A/N: Thank you to everyone who is reading this. Enter at your own risk for the next few chapters, 18 and over please xoxoxoxoxxo
He called her that night and invited her over to watch 'The Shawshank Redemption' the next night and she said yes, to his utter amazement. But he didn't have a copy of it and he didn't want to seem like he was trying to get her to his house even though it was a little true. It was a lot true.
Two Walmart's and a Target later, Daryl had his own copy of 'The Shawshank Redemption' and he still felt like a dick.
He just never allowed himself to think of her that way, he thought she was married and therefore off limits with a capital NO. It was like finding The Holy Grail, and finding out it was single.
Exactly like that and he hadn't been on a date in a long time, well before his father got sick.
He went home and looked at his apartment, it was small but functional, and enough for him. He kept it clean but somehow he still felt the need to clean before she came over.
They were going to order pizza, watch 'Shawshank' and eat popcorn and it sounded like heaven to him, he hoped she was as into him as he was to her. She gave off that vibe at least, he was almost sure he wasn't reading her wrong.
She was so incredibly kind and sweet though, maybe she was just being nice. He cleaned up around the house thinking about her the entire time because he realized that he would see her in regular clothes. Until now he had only seen her in her loose fitting scrubs.
Even so, he could tell she had a banging body, curvy in all the right places with a heart shaped ass he was dying to sink his teeth into. Her shape was hour glass and he could not wait to see her without the scrubs.
Molly in street clothes, he was sure she would be a jeans and t-shirt type of girl, just his type.
He cleared out the debris in the living room and made sure the only couch he had was free of books and papers and anything else he let accumulate there. Thanks to her he had an impressive collection of Stephen King books, she had lit that fire for him and it burned brightly now.
He moved the books to the table behind the couch.
The kitchen and bathroom were clean, because he paid a local teenager to clean those areas for him once a week. He was a guy and some cleaning he just hated to do.
Next was the bedroom, should he be as presumptuous to clean in there and change the sheets? It was always better to be safe than sorry. Which is why there were now condoms in his nightstand drawer. He hadn't needed then for quite a while now, since his last girlfriend left ten months ago. But he bought some tonight, at the first Walmart, that didn't have the movie, just in case.
He picked up the clothes off the floor and put them in the hamper in the bathroom off his room. There was a laundry basket full of clean clothes that he shoved in the closet. By now he was working up a sweat stripping the bed and putting fresh sheets on it.
Finally, he finished that and had his room put together decent enough for company, if he was so lucky to have company. He looked around the room to make sure one final time, because if she ended up in here the lights were staying on.
He would want to see her.
Now he needed a shower, because he was sweaty and dirty and because he was a dirty motherfucker, thinking about getting her under him for the last ten minutes. He threw the old sheets into the hamper and pulled his shirt over his head then shucked off his jeans.
He walked over to the shower and was just about to turn the cold water on, because that's how this was going down now when his phone rang. He always answered his phone in case it was Merle, calling from some far off land where he was stationed at. So he went back into his room and grabbed it off the nightstand.
He looked on the screen, it was Molly and his heart sank because he knew she was probably cancelling.
"Hey." He said trying not to sound as disappointed as he was.
"Hey Daryl." She said brightly in to the phone and he was instantly grateful that she couldn't tell he was standing there in his boxers with half a hard on like a pervert.
"How's it going Molly." He asked, bracing himself for the letdown he knew was coming.
"Great, do you like iced tea?"
"What." He said looking down at his dick whispering, 'down boy' but as usual the traitor in his pants wasn't listening to him at all.
"Iced tea, or should I get Pepsi tomorrow, with the popcorn." She wasn't cancelling.
"Sure, iced tea is great." He said looking outside, it was seven o'clock, still light out. Maybe he could take her out on the bike tomorrow night before the movie.
He could almost hear her smile into the phone. "I make my own, with fresh lemons and lots of sugar."
"Sounds great." He continued looking out the window thinking about her arms around him on the bike and how great that would feel.
"How do you like it?" She asked and he did a double take. His dick twitched at her words. "Peppers ok?
He let out a breath, pizza, of course she was asking about pizza and silently berated himself for having such a dirty mind, now that she was on the market so to speak. It was like that was all he could think about.
He knew why she wore that ring at work, to keep guys like him away.
"No. I got the pizza Molly."
"No I want to, please?" She said. "You got the ice cream and it was your birthday."
"Nope, my party, I'm paying."
"I'm just going to bring it." Molly said. "What are you going to spank me?"
"What." He gulped and now he needed to make an adjustment with her on the phone, like a pervert. Her voice was making him hard as a rock and she had said it so innocently.
He knew she didn't mean it that way, but god damn.
"What?" She said now aware of what she had said and clearly embarrassed. He was going to let her off the hook.
"Don't bring pizza, I got it." He said. "Seriously."
They both wanted to get off the phone now, it was getting weird.
"Ok, still five o'clock?" Molly asked.
"Sure." He said. "See you then."
"Ok, bye Daryl."
"Bye." He dropped the phone on the bed and fell backwards onto the bed. "Oh Molly." He breathed out.
There was no stopping this now.
Daryl closed his eyes and pictured her, and this was something he never allowed himself to do before. But now he was going to think about her like that, because she didn't belong to someone else.
He wanted her so badly, it was like something uncontrollable was let loose inside of him yesterday after they talked. She was on his mind all the time and filling him up with desire.
He brushed his hair back from his face where it was stuck to his forehead and pictured her walking towards him in a red t-shirt and matching underwear.
The sweat was dripping down his neck from all the cleaning and the conversation they had just had, and the curtains blew as the wind came in the room cooling his skin which was on fire now.
Her hair was loose and hanging down her shoulders in waves and lifting slightly in the breeze. She was so beautiful.
Daryl reached in his boxers and freed his dick before it ripped out of the material, it was that bad. He had throbbing hard ons before, but this one was aching with need. He needed to come before he exploded from the insanity building inside of him.
He could almost feel her lips on his neck, hot and wet and her hair fluttering along his chest. He wasn't one to fantasize, usually he just got off and got the job done when he needed to but thinking about her added to it, made it bad, but so good.
Keeping his eyes closed he imagined his hands were hers on his body and he felt goose bumps break out all over his skin and the hairs raise off his neck. He arched his back up slightly and moaned softly as he tugged at his dick in a nice slow rhythm, which was just the way he liked it.
Starting to feel it intensely he let out a deeper groan from low in his chest. Now, finally getting some relief from the raging hard on he had for the last half hour, made so much worse by such an innocent comment.
In his fantasy now she was far from innocent, she was licking her way down to his stomach with her lips and teeth, and his hips bucked off the bed as if she was really there.
He totally gave himself over to this feeling, not stopping himself from moving, from grinding his hips in circles with his hand on his cock and the other on his balls.
He licked his hand and went back to his dick, imagining her licking him and swirling her tongue around the head even if it was his thumb in reality, it was her wet mouth in his mind.
In his mind she was his porn star sucking his dick and running her hands all over him as his head moved back and forth and he groaned out loud, not even caring if any one heard.
It was building up now, he could feel the familiar pull through his spine, his head thrown back against the pillows, his eyes half rolled back in his head. He let out a desperate growl as he came like an explosion all over his stomach, with her name on his lips.