He clicked on the iPod dock as they came through his bedroom door and turned the lights on. She didn't say a word. He had half expected her to ask him to shut them off, she wouldn't be the first one to ask. He would have shut them if she didn't want them on, but god damn he was glad she didn't say anything. He wanted to see her and already he was floored beyond words.
April 29, 1992 by Sublime came on half way through, because he had been listening to it that morning when he got up. He had been thinking about her then, wondering if this was going to happen. Hoping it was going to happen.
It was happening alright and faster than he had thought. He had been worried that she wasn't into him and now he knew for sure she was. She was more than clear about how she felt. He knew it by every touch and every sigh. If he had any doubt the proof was on her face and in his living room. She was into him enough to leave a perfectly good Lennie's pizza in the living room to get cold.
Lennie's was the food of the gods in this town and everyone knew it.
It was on.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her the way he had kissed her all down the hallway, with his whole body. He was a physical person, when he kissed someone or hugged them, it was with everything he had inside himself.
His every emotion and feeling went into his contact with her.
Daryl still couldn't believe Molly was in his room. Yesterday he hadn't seen her in months and he had almost forgotten about her. Sometimes he would be driving down the road and see a Jag and wonder if it was her, but it never was. Once he saw a visiting nurse, with the red biohazard bag walking up the driveway of a house next to the one he was delivering mulch to. He was just about to wave with the biggest smile on his face, but then he realized it wasn't her.
Now it was her, she wasn't married and she was about to get in his bed.
He had won some kind of cosmic lottery.
She smiled as he was kissing her, winding her arms around him. Molly was just as physical as he was, pulling him closer and closer to her and he never felt so wanted in his entire life. She brought her lips to his ear and she whispered, "love this song." Softly, her hot breath on his skin. And those were the last words between them, because they were lost in the music and each other now.
She pulled off the hoodie she was wearing as he smiled at her like the wolf might have smiled at little red riding hood. He could devour her, and he would, the slower the better.
With the lights on.
They were standing opposite each other, watching, their eyes locked on each other. The words to the song the only sound now.
"Let it burn, wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn, wanna, wanna, let it burn, I feel insane."
She smiled back at him, that devilish grin he had seen on her a few times, since he had met her. It was the grin that said 'I'm up to no good and you're going to love it' as she grabbed the hem of her shirt.
He walked her backwards as they both pulled off their shirts and dropped them on the floor. He stopped and ran his hands through her hair the way he dreamed of. Her hair was down, not up in the sloppy bun or ponytail she wore it in for work.
Her hair was soft and smelled like lemongrass, he'd had a whiff of it before and wanted more. It was almost down to her ass in soft curls and he loved seeing it like this the first time.
Daryl studied her, committing her to memory, how she looked and smelled. He wanted to remember the song that was playing and everything about this moment and the moments to come. He would remember it for the rest of his life.
He pulled her face close to his and kissed her, slowly running his tongue along her lips and into her mouth. No one had ever tasted so delicious as she did, and he moaned like a bitch. Merle would never let him live it down if he knew.
'Riots in the streets of Miami, let it burn."
They both toed off their shoes as they made it to the bed his arms were around her again kissing her like he couldn't get enough of her. His fingers in her hair, just like he had been thinking about since yesterday.
"Whoa, riots on the streets of Chicago. On the streets of Long Beach."
He kissed down her neck, hot and wet over her breasts going lower until he was on his knees. Daryl was kissing her stomach and running his tongue over her skin, while his hands went to the button on her pants. Her skin tasted salty and sweet at the same time and he wanted to taste every part of her.
He kissed and licked her stomach around the three little butterfly tattoos at her belly button and ran his hands over the words she had tattooed on each side her ribs, it looked like a poem, he'd read it later. He would study each inch of her in great detail some parts now and some later.
His fingers found their way around the back of her pants and inside to feel the lace of her underwear until she was pulling him back up to her.
Molly grabbed for the buckle of his pants and his hands met hers there and unzipped his pants. She ran her hands over the bulge in his pants and sucked in a breath because he was big. It had been a while for her and she grinned thinking it might hurt in the best possible way.
She quirked an eyebrow of approval at him.
She was a dream come true to him, the way she flirted with him and stirred him up and set his blood to boil in his veins. He did the same to her almost like they fed off of each other.
Turnabout was fair play and she was diving him crazy with her hands on him. It was time to return the favor. His hands ventured up her stomach to her breasts and his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, because she felt so good under his hands.
So much for driving her crazy, because he was even more riled up now.
She was soft and perfect and everything he wanted. He wanted to do everything he could to make her feel good.
"In San Francisco, I feel insane, riots on the streets of Kansas City."
Daryl pulled his belt out and dropped it on the floor behind him, hearing it clank on the floor. He stared at her again and her eyes went down to his hips where his pants hung obscenely low now. This time it was he who quirked an eyebrow, gave her a smile and pulled her close for a kiss. Her hands went up his back and he almost trembled like this was his first time, which it was not.
Molly wasn't touching his dick at all, yet he had chills like she was, and they traveled all through his body making him shudder.
Her hands on him made him feel something he had never felt before and he didn't know what it was. It was moving too fast though for him to put a name on it.
"Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Cleveland, Ohio, Burn."
She got her pants off and he followed until they were both standing there in their underwear. He liked what he saw and he also liked that she had no problem letting him see her.
The lights were on and he could see every wonderful curve of her body just like he wanted to.
Daryl touched the soft flair of her hip and spread his fingers out, squeezing lightly and looking down at her. Their foreheads close to each other, and another kiss. The butterfly tattoos went up her left arm, over her chest and to her back where they were met with flowers and hummingbirds. There was another poem midway past her shoulder blade.
The sequence of her ink was amazing to him and later he would look at them closer, he couldn't right now, there were too many other things on his mind. She had more ink than he did and he couldn't wait to read her.
All he could think of now though, was her luscious body.
He loved that she wasn't bony and she was shaped like a woman not a girl. He ran his hands over her arms up and down feeling the goose bumps that were there.
"Fountain Valley, I feel insane, Paramount, Vista Buelle."
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and he took her in for the first time. She was better than he imagined the night before stroking his dick.
Her skin was creamier, her breasts full and round and he ached to touch them. No woman had ever just shucked her clothes off in front of him like that before.
"Eugene, Oregon, Eureka California, let it burn, let it burn. Wanna let it burn wanna wanna let it burn. I feel insane, won't you let it burn. Let it burn."
She sat down on the bed and then he crawled over her, leaning down to kiss her. Then they were laying down and he asked her if she was ok. She was more than ok, the weight of him felt so good. He moved until he was on top of her with one leg between her legs and his lips at her throat going lower. Her hands were in his hair, her fingertips on his scalp sending chills down his spine.
"Let it burn, let it burn."
She surprised him by rolling them over so that she was on top of him. She looked down at him, her hands on his chest as she settled herself on top of him. His hands went up to her hips with a mind of their own and she moved against him. He could feel her through his boxers and it was way too much.
He had to stop this before it was all over, because it felt too good.
She leaned down to kiss him and ground herself against him at the same time. The friction was so intense that he pulled her down against him bringing his hands on her ass to slow her down. The music continued on the iPod, 'Pretty Noose' by Soundgarden was on now.
He rolled her back so they were side by side facing each other and he pushed a stray lock of her hair out of her face and behind her ear.
"You are so fucking beautiful." He said running his hand over her breast feeling her nipple harden under his palm, which he moved in little circles and kissed her again.
Molly responded to his touch like no one he had ever known or been with before. The sounds that she made and the way her body moved had him stirred up in every way, both physically and emotionally.
She moved closer to him until they were flush up against each other and skin to skin. He slid one of his legs against her and between her legs. The heat radiating from her and onto his leg made his dick ache and he could feel it leaking already.
She was right against him and he knew she could feel it. She started rubbing against him and he heard her breath picking up as his fingers ghosted across her nipple. He dipped his head down to the other one and licked and sucked keeping his fingers where they were.
Then painfully slow he licked her and then blew hot air against her skin and she arched her back up. She was sure he was trying to kill her.
The two different sensations were making Molly see stars already and she threw her head back letting out a long sigh. He hips were moving against him and she reached down between them, across his stomach which made every part of him tremble. She sucked on his neck at his collar bone and took his dick in her hand.
It was his turn to moan now, the feel of her small hands on him and her lips on his neck was better than any fantasy. She was going to leave a mark and he couldn't give a shit right now because the way she was touching him and sucking on his neck made him harder than he had ever felt before.
"Fuck, Molly, oh fuck." He said his eyes closing involuntarily, but he wanted to see her. He opened his eyes and looked at her as she was running her hand over him and her thumb glided over the head. "Fuck. Me."
He rolled so she was on her back and kissed down her neck as his hand slid down to her underwear. She loosened her grip on him as she felt his fingers over her underwear and they were soaked. She let out the softest sigh and it hit him right in the balls.
She wanted more and so did he, Daryl wanted it all.
He pushed her legs apart gently and she reached behind her to grip the spindles of the headboard.
'That's so good baby." He whispered in her ear and then he was pushing the lace aside to touch her and groaned at how wet she was.
He knew just how to touch her, he was gentle and slow like she was a precious thing. He wasn't in a hurry and he wasn't rough. He knew his way around a women's body which was a relief after all of the inept lover's she had before.
This was going to be easy.
"I'm gonna." She said pulling him to her for a kiss while his fingers slid against her. "It's been a long time." She gasped out moving her legs apart and rocking her hips into his hand trying to put out the fire inside of her.
"Me too, a really long time, It's ok…let it go. I know you're there." He whispered to her moving his fingers against her and then inside her. She gripped the head board and her hips went off the bed it felt so good.
"Oh, my God, oh my God, Daryl." She screamed as his thumb made circles around her clit and his fingers moved in and out of her. "Oh my God, oh God oh God."
Then she just screamed as her whole body tensed and she let go. Her breathing was ragged and coming out in little puffs as her body came back to earth and then finally went limp after the best orgasm of her life.
He kissed the side of her breast and whispered. "Good girl."
Then he was up on his knees and looking down at her as he pulled her underwear down over her hips.
"I gotta taste you, Molly, please." He pleaded.
She was still catching her breath and she could only just nodded at him. Before she knew it he had her underwear off of her and he was between her legs, running his hands over her thighs.
Molly would always remember the look on his face as he sunk down and licked her with the flat of his tongue with just enough pressure. He looked like he wanted it so much and the desire in his eyes made her heart skip.
She was used to this being a bargaining point in other relationships.
They didn't want to do it but sometimes they would if you did something for them.
Not Daryl, he was pulling her legs over his shoulders, gripping her thighs and groaning like she was the most delicious dessert in the world.
Now he showed her what a demon he was. He hummed 'Pretty noose" against her flesh and her legs started to shake.
He released her finally and grinned up to her.
"Ready?" He said slipping his boxers off
She nodded and he reached into the nightstand grabbing a condom that he had put in there the night before. The bed dipped when he moved around and he looked down at her as he ripped it open with his teeth.
Molly watched as he slid it down over himself with lust hooded eyes. He looked back at her with the same eyes.
"Last chance to back out Molly." He said.
She just shook her head and mumbled. "Uh, uh."
Then she felt his weight on her again and his dick against her and it felt so fucking good. She wanted him inside her right now, and she reached down between them to stop the teasing motion he had been doing to her.
"Now." She said, guiding him towards her.
She was warm and wet and tight around him and he could tell it had been a long time for her too. She felt like heaven around him, but he was careful not to go too fast and hurt her.
"Oh fuck me." Daryl groaned when he was finally inside of her all the way. "Sorry for cursing, I'm trying not to."
"Don't you fucking dare." Molly said running her nails across his back.
"Oh Jesus." He kissed her and brought his lips to her neck." This aint gonna last long you keep talking like that."
She wrapped her legs around his hips and hung on as they moved. She met his hips thrust for thrust in a rhythm that was driving them both into oblivion.
"Yes, fuck me harder." She cried unwrapping her legs form him. "Yes."
"You got a fuckin dirty mouth." He kissed her again. "I love it."
She pushed herself harder against him, seeking relief from the fire that burned inside of her. "Harder, harder, please."
"God dammit." He could feel her starting to contract around him. "Fuck, oh fuck."
"More, oh god more." She screamed. "Yes.'
He felt her coming around him and all over him and it was way too intense. It was too much for him, seeing her yesterday after so long and the instant attraction that was let loose. The banter that they shared between them and the fact that she was even here was making his head spin.
"Harder." Molly grabbed his hair and pulled him to her for a kiss, their eyes meeting in the swirl of emotion between them. "Give it to me."
"Oh god baby, do it come on me, come on me." He kissed down her neck and pushed against her hard like she wanted.
She suddenly let go of his hair and threw her head back against the pillows screaming. Everything inside him let loose after that and he growled out a string of curses as he exploded in a tidal wave of intensity. He shuddered through it and for a minute after wards then he felt her eyes on him.
He looked down at her and kissed her forehead. "Hey."
"Hey" She smiled, bringing her hands up through his hair, he did the same and pushed her hair off her face. They stayed like that a little while until Daryl's stomach growled.
"Pizza?" He said rolling over to let sit up and she was nodding her head as he stood up and pulled on his boxers. She reached for her shirt.
"Stay, I'll get it." He said and he was out the door, returning in less than five minutes with the cold pizza and the pitcher of iced tea she had made.
A/N: Thanks for reading, thoughts? Let me know.