Disclaimer: I don't own 'em if I did Fin would have popped out of the woods instead of Joe's band of Jerkfaces and told Daryl to get his sexy Emo ass off the pavement. And then they would have all stomped into Terminus and kicked some serious ass together!
*sigh* If only…
hmmm….might have to actually write that out for giggles…any thoughts? xD
Notes: This is an M chapter…seriously….M as in Yummy… Mmmmm. Buahahahaha. Seriously. No kids allowed. XD
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Chapter Sixty-Four
(Daryl's POV)
"Both of you Stop It!"
Shit.
Girl's going to kill them both.
They both freeze.
His stomach clenches watching her walk down the hallway.
She's got the wicked beginnings of a black eye, dark blue tints her cheekbone fans down her cheek fading near her chin. The knuckles of her right hand are heavily wrapped, swathed in thick gauze layers...she's just barely limping. The barest discernable unevenness to her walk. And yet somehow despite all that her eyes still flash with fire when her gaze meets his.
Even Luke shrinks back from her a step.
"I'm not a God Damn hambone! I swear to God! It's like living with a pack of wild dogs."
"Jesus Fin your face-"
"Oh don't worry I just Over Reacted; I tend to do that when people try to stick their tongues down my throat. Or is that not Chris's story? I mean why would you even bother to ask me what happened? Since you know everything already."
Luke curses. "I didn't mean it like that…" He's staring down at the concrete scrubbing at his brow with one hand.
He doesn't look sorry-he looks guilty for getting caught, eyes still narrowed at Daryl when he looks up.
"Yes you did Luke; and I'm sick of it. Just leave me alone right now. Tell Chris if he comes down here I'm gonna let Daryl beat the shit out of him before he shoots him."
"You're not seriousl…"
"Luke. Do Not Push Me Right Now."
Luke stares at her for a full minute; looks like he plans to argue but he doesn't, just glares at Daryl as he passes storming back up the hallway and disappearing through the door.
They're alone.
He hasn't been alone with her in Days…feels more like weeks.
Now that he's looking at her again; after circling the woods all day mulling it over for hours and tearing his brain apart for the right words all of last night; after storming down here without a plan: he's got no idea what to say.
But she does.
"You left." Her voice is quiet, factual.
He nods once, eyes locked on the ground. " 'm sorry." It's barely audible, whispered down at his boots.
"Are you okay?" Her tone is softer.
His eyes dart to her face in confusion. "Hell you asking me for?"
She's the one all beat to Hell again…
She's moved closer to him while he was looking down. Barely makes a sound with her bare feet. She's so close he could touch her if he could just reach out his hands…
She's staring at him silently, mere inches away. Her face is miraculously un-swollen; the only outward sign of her struggle earlier the color painting her pale skin. Carol must have made the same poultice Fin created for Rick to heal his bruises; it seems putting it on immediately has an even better result.
Still it's got to sting like Hell. He lifts his hand slowly not sure if he should touch her or not; she doesn't pull away when presses one fingertip to the butterfly tape at the edge of her brow, undoubtedly courtesy of Carol patching her up.
He stares down at her, completely lost. Her eyes are the same vibrant green hue as the first new maple leaves in Spring. Just the barest hint of grey blooming against their dark centers; reminding him of dark thunderous storm clouds far off in the distance. The kind he's seen all his life lying crouched over the green hills in the middle of long hot Georgia Summer afternoons.
Girls not unlike a swirling thunderstorm herself.
Blowing into his life like a hurricane; flipping everything upside-down, soaking into his skin all the way down to the bone.
"How can you be asking me that—" his fingertip traces down her temple, slides over her cheek while she stares at him, "when Chris did this to you—" he catches one of the long red gold wisps out of place against her chin, "and I was a complete ass about everything." He tucks it back behind her ear with careful fingers. Drops his hand back to his side shaking his head.
"So, why would you be ask'n me if I'm okay when you Should be punching me in the face?"
She confuses the Hell out of him sometimes...most of the time…maybe all the time.
"Cause you're the one that left…is…" She stops staring down at her bare toes, breathing slowly. Her loose hair tips forward, spills over her shoulder in a fluttering thick wave; curtains both sides of her face almost hiding her from view. "…is it me?"
"Yes."
"oh."
She doesn't move, still staring down at her bare feet; doesn't look up when he steps closer to her. Even when his fingers brush the side of her bruised cheek, cup her chin lifting her face up to the remaining light.
Her eyes are shut tight, blocking him out.
"What Luke said, 'bout you deserving better than me…it's true…but the rest of it, that's a load of Shit; I want you to know that...I need you to know—"
She leans into his palm with a shaky exhale; trembling fingers wrapping around his wrist, holding his hand against her face. "Daryl…"
"No." His head shakes, his other hand slides back through her loose hair, cups the back of her neck. "No. I said it the first night… an' I meant it…you're perfect…an' I don't deserve that; any part of it…you…I don't deserve you."
"Daryl…."
"Shush up and lemme finish."
Before he loses his nerve.
Her lips quirk up before she bites her lip, eyes still shut tight her cheek pressed to his roughly calloused palm.
"I don't know how to say it. Thought about it for days…I'm no good at this; never had to be…" He draws in a tight breath while her eyes open to stare up at him once more, distracting him. Looking into them makes his heart race even harder; nerves twisting in his chest and it's suddenly that much harder to draw the words out.
He doesn't know another way to say it…but he has to make her understand somehow.
"I want you all the time…"
Her brow raises cheeks flushing pink under his fingers. His breath huffs out in a rushed nervous exhale and he can feel his cheeks heating too. His voice turns rougher with the embarrassed flush crawling up his neck.
"Not like that. Well—not just like that. I want you around all the time, every second: and it scares the Hell outta me. Something is missing when you're gone; something I never even knew I needed, not 'til now… I don't know what this is, but I don't want it to stop. Not ever. It can't: I don't know who I am when you're not next to me. But I know who I want to be when you are…"
She's still staring at him, hasn't walked away yet. That's good right?
Her teeth are still pressed against that distracting bottom lip. He has to drag his eyes back to hers so he doesn't kiss her; not without knowing if she wants him too, not without getting the words out first.
"When I thought you were gonna leave with Luke…I tried to convince myself that you'd be better off without me…I mean Shit. Look how much trouble you've had just since I've come around, I've done a piss poor job of keeping you safe—"
"Daryl—"
He shakes his head, fingers tightening in her hair. "You're not a quick lay—" His hands are shaking against her skin. "Hell, I couldn't get you out of my head…not from the first day I met you; an'…I'm sorry 'bout what I said—with Luke. I just…" His eyes slip shut with a heavy weighted sigh. "It made perfect sense to me that there was someone else out there for you; someone better…"
"Shut up."
His heart is abruptly in his throat, breath leaving him in a heady rush because she's pressed against him, whole body melding against his chest, mouth sliding over his and it's not enough…
God it will never be enough.
The strain of not touching her these past few days is too much like trying to hold his breath underwater; the aching burn flaring brighter and hotter 'til he can't resist; can't fight it anymore:
It feels too much like dying trying to exist without her.
She's become his air: honeyed, exhilarating, intoxicating air.
His arms slip around her, dragging her closer. Breathes her in filling his lungs with her soft scent. Then he's lifting her up to his mouth while she's practically crawling up his chest; arms tight around his shoulders, calves locking around his waist, fingers lost in his hair while he holds them both up.
She moans into his mouth, gasps against his lips when his fingers twist in her hair shifting her so he can take control, claim her mouth with his.
Possession… that's what this is.
He's never felt anything like this mind-altering rush; it's more potent than any liquor, more addicting then all the drugs left in the god-forsaken world. Her presence leaves him lightheaded and half-stupid: incapable of focusing on anything but her; shaking from head to toe like an addict.
That's what this wicked feeling curling through his insides does to him when she's close. When he can touch her, hold her; breathe her in deep, he can't think of anything else.
She is His; every gorgeous inch of her; every gasp and sigh and whisper of his name against his own lips when he pulls back to catch a breath before diving back in.
And she's his because she Wants to be—
His Girl.
Fuck whatever Luke or anyone else thinks.
He doesn't have to let her go.
Her fingers tighten over his shoulder, one fist tightening in his hair giving her the advantage of control now. She tightens her legs around his waist, flexing lithe muscles lifting herself over him; shifting their embrace with her new height.
And just like that it becomes his surrender...
Anything she wants, it's hers to take.
If she wants control: its hers.
He lets her have it all without question.
He would follow her lead anywhere.
He lets her mouth slide over his, tongue invading his mouth without hesitation, sliding against him devouring him. Simply holds her tight against his chest and enjoys every second of her ravaging his mouth, fingers sliding through his hair, taking everything he has while he mirrors her movements, takes everything she gives him somehow still desperate for more.
Her fingers tilt his chin; turning him while she's melting against him, pouring too many damn days of hurt and fear and frustration against his mouth.
Everything about their embrace is desperate, reckless, and raw.
Everything he felt and couldn't say; said but didn't mean; it's all weaved into her touch and his. Tempers every breath gasped against her lips, every press of his mouth hungry and commanding over hers, nipping at her lower lip; making her shudder against his mouth before he softens his touch. Kissing her slow and deep before pulling back, pressing a kiss to the corners of her mouth and leaning back just so he can feel her lips chase his; just like that first night when he was terrified to let her in; to touch her the way he'd ached too for days…
He drinks it all in, fingers tightening in her hair. Hand slipping around her waist pulling her closer, even though there's no space between them as it is; not even room for air.
He can feel each beat of her frantic heart against his chest. The press of her heat against his stomach where his shirt has ridden up when she wrapped herself around him.
His hands shake and his head spins, and all he can hear is the rush of blood pounding in his ears; and her sigh against his lips before she's taking his mouth prisoner again. He kisses her back 'til he can't remember how to breath; doesn't want to if it means he's got to let go of this even for a second…
His hands slip down her back again, tracing her spine through her thin shirt hands gripping that perfectly distracting ass and grinding her heat against his belt buckle.
She breaks the kiss with a strangled open mouthed gasp against his lips. Pulls back another few inches and stares at him emerald eyes wide and wild, breathing ragged and fast, hair out of place, disheveled and twisted from his greedy wandering hands.
She leans into his chest, presses her forehead against his shoulder breath warm and rushed, soaking through the worn cotton to his feverish skin. Every inch of her lithe body still pressed against him heating him all the way to his toes.
"I thought when you left, you'd realized that you didn't need me around; that you'd never wanted me to begin with…it all happened so fast…"
"It happened fast because I couldn't help myself whenever you were around…still can't." His thumbs slide over her cheek feather soft ever mindful of the bruise just starting to color her skin. "Don't go with them, please…Stay with me."
She's winding her hand around the back of his neck, tilting his head down and leaning into him 'til his forehead is pressed to hers. Her words brush his lips, brand his chest when she speaks.
"I promise not to go away Daryl, as long as you promise to Stay."
He can't breathe, chest constricting and consumed with heat from her words. The sensation works its way down through his belly, floods every nerve and cell with a heady tingle that makes his pulse race and his head spin.
Stay
He nods against her, fingers tightening pulling her closer so he can whisper it back against her neck; arms wrapped what must be painfully tight around her delicate frame. God he'll never leave again, he swears.
"I promise not to go either, as long as you're going to Stay. I know I was an Ass before, and I promise to make it up to you."
She's nodding against his chest, face buried in the hollow under his throat.
"I missed this; God I missed you." Her lips brush his neck just over his pulse.
His stomach tightens with sensations that have nothing to do with nerves.
The knots that have worked their way through his insides growing tighter and tighter by the day have started to loosen, shifting into a completely different kind of pressure. One focused entirely on her chest pressed flush against his; the delicious heat of her arousal pressed against his abs from her straddling his waist, legs wrapped around his hips.
His groin tightens thinking about just how delicious he knows that part of her is. The memory of pressing his mouth to her apex, making her writhe and gasp and cum on his tongue is so powerful he has to close his eyes. He presses his nose to her skin, breathing her in deep; shaking, not that it helps the desire rolling up his spine, or the distracting waves of want beating at his self-control.
He can't think of anything else, not when he's filling his lungs with her scent, and the heat of her soft skin is soaking into his.
But after Chris…after everything and everyone that's hurt her the last few weeks…his arms tighten around her waist. She feels so delicate pressed against him like this; she feels breakable and vulnerable and petite.
It's a lie though. She's the strongest person he's ever met.
"Seraphim," She hums against his chest in response. "Are you alright?" She nods against his neck. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
So maybe he can distract himself from his raging hard-on; keep himself from ripping off all her clothes; pinning her to the cold floor beneath their feet and fucking her 'til they've both screamed themselves hoarse; 'til she can't walk tomorrow her legs are so weak…
And so he knows exactly how many pieces to hack Chris into tomorrow morning…
"Chris kissed me…put his hands under my shirt…" She shudders in revulsion turns her head to press her face into his chest, her breath warm on his skin.
"I'm going to kill him." It's a vengeful hiss, if his hands weren't sliding over her back they'd be punching something.
"I think I almost did already…"
"Good. I'll just go finish the job." Her fingers fisting in his shirt over his heart keep him still, stop him from moving even an inch let alone setting her down and going to fulfill his threat.
"He's not worth the arrow. You can punch him in the face tomorrow; just stay with me right now, please."
He buries his nose in her soft hair breathing her in. Always the faint whiff of vanilla and some other soft spice he still can't classify by name…maybe it's just her.
It calls to him, whatever it is; tightens his gut and slides lower; builds upon the throbbing aching roar at the base of his spine while his erection presses almost painfully against his zipper. He shifts her against him, tightens his hands over her thighs, sliding his fingers up to her hips.
She pulls back to slide her hands down his chest, whispering. "Where did you go?"
It takes him a second to understand her meaning; too much blood below his belt.
"Nowhere really; Hunting, walking in circles; trying to keep my mind occupied by keeping myself busy."
"Did it work?" She's staring at him again. He's watching her mouth, cock twitching in interest when her tongue wets her lower lip.
"Hell no. Spent all damn day tripping over my useless feet in the woods thinking about you." His voice is so rough it's barely words.
God, the look she's giving him right now. It tears through him like wildfire, burns up his spine melting whatever reservations he might have about taking her after what Chris did to ash.
His stomach muscles jump when her fingers slip under his shirt hem, press against his hot skin making his eyes slip shut. All his nerves flood with searing heat, he can't think; too much of his brain focused on other ideas.
Ideas of her and him, and a lot less clothes…
"Hell you do'n girl? Don't start something we can't finish." It's no more than a low growl into the air between them.
His fingers wrap around her wrists pulling her hands back to the front of his chest. Clasping them together loosely in his between their chests. It does nothing to calm his already over-excited body. She's still wrapped around his hips, heat pressed against his abs, branding him with her need. Those perfect slender legs keeping her pressed there, draped around him like it's nothing.
His unhelpful brain flashes him images of what this would look like; feel like without their clothes. Just her wrapped around him pale pink skin and hot flesh; his body buried deep in hers while her head tips back and he's thrusting up; piercing her liquid heat and…Fuck.
He has to physically shake his head to dislodge the thought, draws a rasping breath, eyes clenched tight so she won't catch him. Look him in the eye and see him almost losing his control, fighting whatever animal instinct she always brings to the surface in him. She doesn't need that right now. Seems he's always pushing it back, feeling it clawing its way through his gut when she's near…always testing his control.
She stills against his chest, turns his chin with just her fingertips, voice suddenly quiet and shy.
"I want you."
Her nervous whisper against his mouth sends lightning bolts of desire down his spine. He dips his head, lets his lips press over her earlobe teeth sliding over soft skin briefly before pulling back with a rough whisper of her name.
She leans away from him slipping her hands through his grasp, sliding them up his chest, to press into his shoulders so she can lower her feet to the floor sliding down his body the whole way.
His body immediately protests the loss of her heat against his skin, misses the press of her soft curves. His fingers still wrapped around her wrists; tighten briefly, following her movements when her hands glide down his stomach again. He's mindful of the gauze on her right hand when he grabs her fingers with his before she can open his belt. Before he's too far gone to stop this.
"We should wait…and I don't think I can sleep; not knowing that asshole is under the same roof as you right now." He should have brought his crossbow; he'll have to go get it…but that will mean walking right by the shed Chris and Luke share.
He might shoot him instead of coming back down, it's a tempting thought.
She blinks up at him. "I highly doubt he'd come back down here tonight; he's an idiot; but he's not suicidal. Plus I doubt he can see anything with both his eyes swelled shut."
Every bit of him enjoys that thought. Hopes she beat that fucker into a bloody pulp. "What about tomorrow, and the next day?"
She sighs against his shirt, tilts her head back to look up at him. "Luke will just have to leave and take Chris with him. He's always been kind of a pain in my ass; I never thought he'd try something like that though…" She shakes her head, looks lost for a moment.
Then she steps back taking his hand, tugging him after her, leading him down the hallway towards their space.
"Seraphim…"
She glances over her shoulder at his tone. Eyes all innocent and wide.
He doesn't believe it for a second. Especially when she speaks.
"What? You said you couldn't sleep…I don't want to sleep…" She turns till she's walking backwards just a step ahead of him; lets go of his hand to slip her shirt over her head mid-step, nearly stopping his next heartbeat.
His stomach summersaults in excitement while his cock twitches at the look she's giving him…at all that bare skin for him to touch. His hands are instantly on her hips despite his reservations, mouth crashing down onto hers a second later. He's pulling her tongue into his mouth, cupping the back of her head, fingers lost in all that loose red gold hair spilling down her back.
He pulls his lips away from hers breathing ragged when she stops, the back of her knees bumping against the mattress.
"Stop… We have to stop or I won't be able to…" His blood is already on fire, body aching and throbbing with every racing beat of his pulse.
"It's okay, what is it?" She's whispering in his ear, breath tickling the side of his neck.
Fuck, that's not helping.
His fingers slide down her ribs over soft bare skin making her shiver under his palms.
He draws a shaky breath. Opens his mouth, closes it again cursing dropping his face against her neck, pulling her tight against his chest while his whole body tightens, burns.
"Babe, you just spent the last day thinking all I wanted was sex…we don't have t…."
She cuts him off with her mouth pressed to his, hands slipping back under his shirt shoving it up his chest with a quick jerk to catch under his arms. Then she's staring up at him, wild green eyes making his breath catch in his throat, his heart hammer in his chest completely out of control.
"Take it off. Now. You're not done apologizing yet."
Fuck.
Girls going to kill him, and God Damn he can't think of a better way to go.
His hands are shaking when he raises them yanking his shirt up over his head. She's pressed flush against his chest; warm skin pressed flush to her delicious soft skin before his shirts even had time to flutter to the floor.
He pulls her mouth back to his, lets his lips slide over hers; tongue sliding over her bottom lip testing the waters again.
She lets him in instantly; tilts her head; clings to him while he presses her knees back against the bed, hands locked over her hips. Fingertips sliding over the taut perfect skin between her hipbones, sliding lower to her remaining clothes.
She's groaning into their kiss, chest sliding over his. His palms cupping the pale globes of her breasts, feeling her nipple tightening further under his fingertips before he drops his other hand between them, pulls off her belt with quick movements. Fingers sliding down her zipper so his hand can slip between the material and warm skin; cup her core through thin dark lace.
He groans into her mouth feeling the heat radiating off her through the flimsy wet barrier.
"You sure you want this?" He has to know. Needs her to say it, Now.
She pulls back to study his face, pulling his belt open with an expert flick of her wrist. She grins up at him. A wicked fire-starting glint in her eyes while she's undoing the fastenings against the tensed muscles of his abdomen, and then shoving them down his hips while his breath hisses out and his whole body hums with tension. Every cell in his body, every nerve begging for more; desperate to feel her heat, to lose himself inside her.
"Oh Yes, I want this. " Her hand wraps around him halting all coherent thought.
He can't do anything but breathe with her tight grip sliding over his shaft, thumb circling him; teasing. His fingers clasped around her good shoulder keeping him upright, his other fingers tracing over wet heat; touch feather light over the lace covering her folds. Watching her squirm trying to press closer to him, create more friction against his hand.
He pulls back has to take a second, toe his boots off onto the floor, kick out of his pants. He stares at her for a long moment, loves watching her like this, tousled hair, wide eyes, full lips.
Girl said apologize.
His lips twist with a wicked thought the dark possessive bits of him like very much.
He kneels down at her feet, smirks up at her when her breathing turns unsteady watching him. His fingers closing over the open edges of her belt, peeling the layers of leather and cloth down her legs, down slender pale hips, and over her muscled calves.
Her hands press to his shoulders for a moment as she steps out of them; not that her balance needs help. His eyes lift find hers; she looks more than a little flushed staring down at him, breathing unsteady; she steps back leans into the bed, almost sits down wobbling a bit 'til his hands catch the back of her thighs stopping her…he grins.
Maybe her balance isn't that good right now…he can't help but wonder just how much it will take to make it completely fail…
He nudges her legs apart further with the back of his hands, slides his knuckles down the inside of her knees while her breath catches in her throat. Watches her shiver and bite back a moan, teeth pressed against her bottom lip while she's watching him; still knelt between her bare feet. The backs of his fingers trace around the backsides of her calves, dip into the hollow behind her knees before sliding down the inside of her calves tracing the outline of every muscle.
His hands are shaking, just barely; but then so are her fingers still pressed against his shoulders she hasn't let go yet, with the way her legs are trembling now maybe she can't.
He watches his hands moving over her soft skin; sliding up the edge of her calves; tracing the edge of her knee, following the swell of perfect lean muscle at the edge of her thigh. When his fingers find the intriguing delicate swell of her hip; slip around her to cup her perfect ass she bites her lip again whole body trembling under his touch.
She exhales in a nervous gasp that goes straight through him when his mouth follows, first tracing one side then the other; tongue and lips marking a path up one thigh, and down the other. Her fingers tighten against his shoulders, thumbs pressed against the undersides of his collar bone in an iron grip.
He leans forward to press his mouth over the band of dark lace resting low on her perfect hips, his tongue tracing it's scalloped lace boarder from one hipbone across smooth taut pale skin to the other. Teeth nipping at the swell there making her jump, exhale in surprise while his hands tighten over her lower back holding her captive to his explorations.
She's quivering visibly, trembling and gasping by the time his fingers slip under the lace over her hips; pulling them down her legs and dropping them onto the floor. She groans his name. Fingers twisting in his hair as his mouth slips back over her skin. Working his way down from the edge of her hip, tasting every bit of skin not previously bared to him: writing his name and possessive words against her with his tongue.
"Daryl—Fuck." Her whole body jumps when he presses his mouth to her folds, slips his tongue along her entrance tasting her heat. She's just as perfect as he remembers. Her flavor coats his tongue, sweet and mystifying when his overloaded brain tries to classify it further… it's just her.
He could spend hours touching her like this, devour her sweet taste every night for the rest of his life and he knows he'd go to his death bed wanting more; it will never be enough. Especially when lapping at her makes her gasp like that twitching and shuddering. And pulling her clit into his mouth to flick the tip of his tongue over its ridge makes her shudder and buck and growl his name between such dirty curses he has to grin against her, knowing such dirty language came from that gorgeous smart mouth; because of him, and his touch.
Touching her like this and watching her react; feeling it, hearing it… makes him feel like a God.
He presses her legs farther apart with his hands, tilts her towards his eager mouth cupping the back of her thighs while she shudders and bucks against his tongue. All thoughts of gentleness gone, he presses against her dragging his tongue across her, writing his name against her most sensitive nerves, pulling the same flesh between his lips and pressing his teeth over her just hard enough that her hips buck forward and she's cuming hard in mere moments.
He doesn't pull back even with her fingers painfully tight against his hair while she keens and curses; rolling towards his touch. His tongue is already gathering more of the delicious heat spilling from her release, spreading it against her folds with his fingertips growling in approval against her thigh at the way she shakes and clings to him gasping his name as she comes back down.
Her knees shake, hands press into his shoulders again as she moans his name at his renewed touch, rolling her hips towards his mouth. Her head snaps back and a groan slips out when his finger parts her; slips through her heat, spreading her tight inner walls to slide through her silky molten heat making her curse, press against his hand begging him to touch her.
God he likes that.
He can't resist pulling his hand from her skin, waiting 'til her chin dips back down; eyes locking on his still fever bright with a fuzzy post orgasm haze.
She's opening her mouth to speak, maybe to ask him why he stopped when he slides his tongue along his finger, gathering her flavor into his mouth. His cheeks hollow for a second around his finger pulling every last bit of her arousal from his skin. Watching her react as he does before pulling the single digit from his mouth while her eyes go wide and her cheeks flush brighter pink. Her mouth parts with her next unsteady breath when he pulls his finger from his mouth after one more slow slide of his tongue; her whole body trembles again when his hand raises to slide his wet fingertip over her folds once more.
Damn Girl is always teasing him; and now he knows why. It's a God Damn rush doing this to her. He's higher than he's ever been in his whole fucking life; and he never has to come back down.
Her whole body shudders when he presses inside her in a slow almost lazy exploration of her heat, first with just the one finger, then a second while she gasps and damn near purrs his name, the sound goes straight to his dick.
He curls his fingertips against her inner muscles after a few slow thrusts, making her whole body react. Her fingers tighten over his skin, pelvis jerking forward head tipping back.
"Fuck, Daryl…oh God."
God yes, that's an intoxicating rush; making her jerk like that, moan like that.
He needs a better angle. Needs to make it happen again.
She squeaks in surprise when his palms press against her thighs shoving her backwards onto the bed without warning. She lands with a startled bounce, arms out palms flat against the sheets.
Then she's promptly twisting them beneath her when he crawls up onto the bed, grabs her calves yanking her towards the edge, draping her knees over his shoulders while he's kneeled on the floor and pressing his mouth over her clit, fingers parting her heat while she bucks and claws at the bed, back arching with a second breath-stealing release.
He doesn't wait for her to come down, hands keeping her hips pinned to the bed while his tongue keeps circling her clit as she shakes, and his fingers pump against her clenching heat.
She bucks off the bed completely head tilted back neck arched exposing the pale column of her throat, her perfect breast thrust towards the ceiling. He needs to taste those too his body reminds him with another rush of desire, cock painfully hard throbbing against the air.
He slides up her, mouth pressed against her hip, up her flat stomach to the curve of her ribs. He nips her there gently feels her gasp and clench around his fingers still buried inside her slick folds.
He closes his mouth over her breast, draws one of her perfect pink nipples into his mouth feeling her writhe and buck into his hand. He withdraws his slick fingers, slides them up to circle her clit while she curses into the darkness, hands tangled in his hair, nails sliding down his spine.
"Daryl….please…"
The firestorm in his groin tightens; clenches and he has to draw back gasp in a harsh breath against her skin trying to collect himself. Fuck. He's not going to last long if she can make his dick throb like that without even touching him. It's been too damn long since he touched her as it is.
Her hands are drawing him up, trying to pulling his lips back to hers.
She melts against him when they meet. Wraps herself around his back, fingers digging into his shoulder blades while she shudders under his touch. Heels pressing into the mattress tilting her heat up to slip against his throbbing tip. His whole body leaps in response, breath catching, chest seizing.
He has to pull back, hide his face against her neck for a moment breathing slowly. Fighting for every ounce of control left to him.
"Babe, please…" Her hands wrap around him, sliding over his length. His teeth clench on a groan.
Fuck. She's never called him Babe before and it's so not helping.
Her hands pump down his length again and she whimpers, and Fuck.
He's snatching her hands up pulling them from his heated skin while she gasps. Pressing her wrists down to the mattress breathing harsh and clipped.
His heart racing in his chest, pounding in his ears. He's pressing his lips to her ear, growls the words against her hair feeling her tremble against his whole frame; her heartbeat hammering against his chest.
"Don't beg me like that Seraphim, I'm about two seconds away from pinning you down and taking you."
He doesn't have the control left for her to whimper like that, curl against his chest arching into him…tilting her hips and…
She's doing it anyway.
Despite his warning, maybe because of it.
Damn Crazy Girl wants to play with fire.
Drive him out of his fucking mind.
She's fucking saying please in that breathy voice that cuts through him like a hot knife shredding his grip on the monster under his skin. The one that purrs whenever she's near, and growls when she's standing next to another male and whispers in his ear that he should take her, make her his, nearly every minute of the day. It makes him itch to pin her to the bed, drive himself deep, make her shudder and cum scream his name…
His whole body jerks down against hers, hands tightening over her wrists, and God he shouldn't be pinning her down like this…shouldn't do it… this is almost exactly how Eli and Kyle had her pinned. Fuck.
His whole body stills. He doesn't want to scare the shit out of her… but she's not fighting him…
God. She's killing him instead, shredding his control: because she's not screaming at him to get off of her, or pushing him away.
Fuck no; she's trembling and arching her back. Wrapping her leg over his hips, her voice the perfect reassuring caress against his frayed nerves in the dark. Gasping his name and arching to rub her heat against his throbbing head.
She drops her chin stares up at him when he hesitates still shaking with the effort to stop.
"Daryl, look at me."
He does, and then he can't look away from those startling bright green eyes staring up at him. His fingers slip from her wrists, letting her go; but she catches his hands, interlocks their fingers raising both their arms back over her head.
Pinning herself under him with their locked hands.
And Fuck that shouldn't turn him on; shouldn't make him growl low in his chest and slide his head through her folds, teasing them both.
"Please…"
She tilts her hips up to his, parting her knees farther gasping when he tilts his hips forward; pressed to her folds. She tilts her head back with a sharp raspy hiss that barely catches his ears.
Lights a fire up his spine when it does.
"yeeess…"
He rolls his hips instinctively thrusting into her perfect searing heat in one perfect deep thrust. Nearly loses the strength in his arms to hold himself over her at the achingly tight silken pressure enclosing his cock. At the way she jerks, back arching completely off the bed cursing and praising him in the same breath. Every sensation pulling fire from the base up his spine, racing over his back tingling at the base of his skull while his head spins.
He's close already; just from touching her, tasting her. Her hands tighten against his, and her hips jerk off the bed, driving him deeper.
His mind slinters, control tumbles away lost to the molten heat wrapped around him tighter and tighter with each pumping thrust.
He still can't stop watching her; her back arching under him, fingers laced with his against the sheets. All that gorgeous hair fanned out in a halo or fire around her head while she thrashes biting her lip. The muscles in her arms stand out as she arches; shoulders lifting from the bed on a ragged exhale, and her body clenches mind-staggeringly tight around his aching cock.
Sweat beads across the small of his back, muscles tensing and bunching with each sharp thrust of his hips. She's brought one leg up over his back, drags him down against her tighter, impossibly deeper she scoots beneath him somehow; tilts her hips changing his angle and Jesus Christ…his thrust turn harsher, more ragged.
He's got to be in the back of her throat he's so deep.
He should stop…slow down at least; but she's gasping his name, bucking up into his thrust begging him for more…telling him with a groan to take her harder and faster, to cum for her and—
And Fuck.
His head snaps back, fire pours down his spine burning his nerves before racing back up through his belly in a prefect spasming wash of liquid heat and sweet pleasure that blinds him to anything else. His last jagged thrusts drag her back over the edge, muscles seizing around him pulling a wordless cry from deep in his chest while he spills inside her.
He stares down at her trembling and quaking beneath him, shuddering against his chest with ragged breaths, legs drawn tight and shaking around his hips keeping him buried in her velvet heat.
"Fuck." He has to let her hands go so he can drop to his elbows, trying to keep his weight off her chest. Drops is head to her neck while her arms wrap around his back, dragging him down anyway.
She hums against his ear, obviously floating on a fuzzy post-bliss high.
She feels glorious, wrapped around him, fingers drifting up his spine. Her muscles still fluttering and twitching around him drawing another groan from his throat.
"Maybe—" he has to pause to kiss just below her ear, "we should fight more often."
She slaps his shoulder. "Shudup," wraps her arms back around his neck kissing him.
This time it's slow, gentle and sweet and makes his chest tight and his next inhale hurt.
"I meant it," She's staring at him again while he speaks; leaning into his warm palm cupping her cheek. "Before—All of it. Stay with me."
Her eyes slip shut and she nods. Pulls him back down for another slow kiss that drags on longer then the first, ends with her nibbling his lower lip; pulling another zing of heat from low in his groin. Jesus.
Girl really is going to kill him.
"I promise."
He stops kissing her sliding off her when she shifts again; too afraid he's crushing her.
She twists pressing her back against his chest so his arms can wrap around her; just like every other night. No matter how they start out, they always wake like this…
Just like the very first night in the woods alone with her; when he dreamt of touching her; kissing her and woke so rock hard he nearly embarrassed himself, had to jerk away from her before she noticed blushing furiously the whole time. Cursing himself for ever thinking of her that way…
"Do you want me to stay awake?" She sounds so tired already, actually yawns halfway through the sentence.
"No, you get some sleep. I'll stay awake."
She snorts softly. "Daryl, you'll be asleep in five minutes."
"Maybe not." He could stay awake if he wanted to…if having all her loose hair so close to his nose didn't fill his lungs with her soft scent on each inhale. And she wasn't so warm pressed against his bare chest; fingers encircling his forearm holding him closer to her skin.
"It's…okay—" she yawns. "I'll be here in the morning."
He should stay awake; just in case Chris is a bigger idiot then he's already shown. And his crossbow is upstairs on the damn table next to his pack…
Her soft breathing lulls him to sleep in minutes.
:: Walking Dead ::