A/N: Ok I was up at 2 am writing this, woke up out of a dead sleep so its a complete smut show. Please let me know what you think and if you are under 18 you should stay away. Hope you all like.

She decided to give him some of his own medicine on the way back to her house to pick up some clothes for her. This pizza date was turning into a whole weekend thing, now she was packing a bag. For once in her life Molly was letting something unfold and not letting her brain get all muddled up.

The implications of spending a night with a man were hard enough for her, but a weekend? Usually she would be all over the place with worry, fear and anxiety. She put on a good front to the world and wad so secure and confident at work but emotions and physical relationships muddled her up after her ex hit her.

She hadn't been with anyone since then, and she told herself when she was, that person would have to be something special.

Daryl didn't make her anxious, he made her feel happy and safe. She would not allow herself to worry. He was special, maybe that special person.

She wouldn't let herself worry over it.

That was something she used to do a lot and it never got her anywhere. She could over analyze things and drive herself crazy or she could enjoy herself.

She wanted to enjoy herself and for once not let her issues get in her way. He made her feel brave.

Instead of keeping her hands on his waist Molly let them wander farther down and over his thighs. She pressed her cheek against his back and listened to his breathing as it started to become heavier but he wasn't distracted. He was still able to drive the bike.

She would stop if he got too excited.

He smelled so good and his smell made her feel comforted. This relationship was all too weird for her sometimes. How could a person's smell make you feel safe?

Then there were all the other feelings floating around her head like the insatiable need to get him in bed again.

He pulled into her apartment parking lot and they were just about to get off the bike and she slid her hand over the front of his jeans. He leaned back against her and let her touch him until she was good and satisfied with herself. Then she got off the bike with a grin on her face, because his dick was straining against his jeans now. He pulled her hand and motioned for her to get back on the bike facing him.

"Whatcha doing Molly." He said running his hands over her hips and pulling her closer to him. She stood up with her feet on the pegs and her belly was in his face. He slid her shirt up and brushed his cheek against her abdomen. The scruff of his beard tickled her and she giggled, which was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

"Nothing." She smiled at him, bringing her face closer to his ear. "Just paybacks for the evil finger licking thing at dinner."

He pulled her up so she was on his lap and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Now they were face to face sitting on the bike

"No ones' out here, it's dark and I could fuck you, right here, right this minute." He purred into her ear, bringing his hands up under her shirt, and over the lacy bra she wore.

"I dare you." She brought her lips close to his and kissed him quickly and catching his lip between her teeth as he tried to kiss her back. "But, I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"All those guys are going for ice cream; you ever do it on a waterbed?" She grinned and the dimple on her cheek came out. Just one, he had never seen someone with just one dimple. It was just another thing that made her so unique.

"You have a water bed?"

She nodded.

"Why are we sitting out here then?" He grinned.

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He lay down next to her on the bed and the water rolled underneath them, Molly giggled because clearly he hadn't expected that. It was so obvious he had never been on a water bed before and she liked that fact. It was warm in the room from the heat in the bed and laying on it warmed them immediately.

'You sleep on this thing?" He said trying to sit up and falling backwards. The water under him rocking them back and forth like a raft on the ocean.

"Yes, I do." She laughed. "It was free, come on." She sat up and pulled her shirt over her head. Then she flopped over to him and tugged on his shirt. He finished pulling it over his head and almost got swallowed by the bed again.

He couldn't imagine what this was going to be like, definitely a new and exciting feeling. This girl was full of surprises and made his life an adventure already.

He might be in love.

She climbed over on top of him and smiled down unhooking her bra and allowing his hands to move up over her breasts. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch feeling the stirring in her belly and throughout her body.

For a long time, she thought there was something wrong with her sexually, but there wasn't. Not if he could bring all of this mischief and naughtiness out of her.

Molly the wall flower was no more.

She leaned down and kissed him and rolled back off of him, causing more ripples in the bad. He tried to steady himself and she just smiled and kissed his cheek.

"There's no way to stop it Daryl." She laughed and then breathed into his ear. "Just go with it."

He felt all the hairs on his arms, legs and neck stand on edge as he watched her. Just go with it.

She reached down and unbuckled his pants, pulling them all the way down and discarding them on the floor with her bra and their shirts.

Daryl felt the warmth from the heated bed on his skin and closed his eyes. His dick was hard and aching and he wanted her so desperately. He reached for her pants and she shook her head, grinning at him.

He watched her as she took ahold of his dick and licked him from the base to the tip so excruciating slow that he was sure he'd loose his mind. He let out a groan and let his eyes close as his head fell back against the pillow.

The bed was warm and every time she moved the waves underneath him made him feel like he was floating.

It was the oddest relaxing yet most erotic feeling he had ever felt. She took her time and every lick and stroke was torture enough without the motion of the bed.

Daryl opened his eyes just as Molly was sliding his dick through her lips and taking him all the way into her mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet and the floating feeling under him was wreaking havoc with all his senses.

His head was swimming with thoughts of her and his passion addled brain could do nothing but let him respond to her.

She knew it too, he could tell because she was smiling up at him and then she started to hum softly. She pushed down on the bed making it ripple and his body float. He looked at her under lust hooded eyes and tried to reach for her but she was too far, he could just get to her head. He plunged his hands into her hair and let out a groan.

She moved him in and out of her mouth just enough and then back in all the way applying just enough suction to make him loose his mind. His hands massaged her head softly and then he had to take them out and grip the sheets next to his body.

His hips moved in time with her mouth, and the bed kept rocking faster as they moved. Daryl felt like he died and went to some weird floating heaven.

There wasn't one sensation that he wasn't feeling, his body was floating and she was sucking his dick like an expert. It was almost too much.

Molly stopped long enough to lick her hand and make sure he saw it, giggling s little bit when she saw his eyes roll back into his head and then she had her hand on him at the base. He lips and mouth back on him without hesitation, and he was not going to be able to hold on much longer.

The burning in his gut started and the tingling throughout his while body, he tried to lift her head up but she wasn't moving.

"Molly, I'm gonna come." He gasped out. "Goddam." His head moving from side to side, his hips bucking and roughly gripping the sheets next to him. "Sweetheart come up here." He reached for her head but she wasn't moving.

Molly applied more suction until he was screaming and his entire body was convulsing making the bed ripple underneath him.

"Oh my god, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Molly." He screamed as he came harder than ever before. He pulled her up into the crook of his arm and kissed the top of her head.

"Jesus, you trying to kill me?" He said finally after his breathing came back to normal.

She laughed that merry laugh that went straight to his heart and hugged him tight.

"Oh no you don't." He said rolling over on top of her. She opened her legs so he was laying between them and he held her hands over her head as he kissed her.

"My turn now." He kissed down her neck and bit her collarbone. She let out a sound so sweet to his ears and it was on.

He brought her arms down to her sides and still held them.

"You ok, this scare you." He kissed down her neck.

"I'm fine." She breathed out delighting in how excited he made her. She could feel her body catching on fire as he kissed his way down her chest to her breasts.

He licked one nipple then the other still holding her hands down at her sides. He licked and sucked one then the other as she squirmed under him. She responded to him like no one ever had before and he loved that she wasn't quiet about it.

She was a screamer and a moaner which turned him on like nothing else.

He slid his tongue over her nipples slowly making them wet and hard and then blew hot air across them one after the other until her hips were bucking and she was begging for more.

"Daryl, I need…please."

He licked slowly down her stomach. "What do you need. Sweetheart?"

Daryl released her hands and started unbuttoning her jeans, pulling them down her legs and over her feet. She still had her underwear on and he slid back up to look at her. He reached under the waist band of her underwear, tugging on them and grinned at her.

"Can I take these off?"

"If you don't I'm going to fucking kill you." She gasped out.

He slid them down he legs and brought her knees apart.

"That's so nice sweetheart." He sighed as he brought both hands over her thighs and finally where she wanted them to be. He had either thumb on the outside to spread her wide. He slowly swiped his thumb over her bundle of nerves in the center and watched her hips rise up and listened as she groaned loudly. His fingers slid against her and he could tell she was so close.

"You like that?"

"Yes." She gasped out.

He stopped and went back to sliding his fingers along each side and he felt the tension leave her body as she sighed in frustration. He didn't leave her like that for long, just long enough that when he touched her again her legs started to tremble.

"Fuck." She breathed out and arched her back off the bed. She could feel it coming fast now, but he was touching her so slowly, it was just out of her reach.

She was so wet and he couldn't wait to taste her again. He met her eyes and watched her breathing increase as he touched her so slowly. He was hard again and dying to fuck her, but not yet.

He leaned down and licked her with the flat of his tongue, stopping just in the right spot and stayed there until she was screaming so loud it made Pretty Boy in the next room start squawking. She laughed at that briefly as she pulled him closer to her and rolled them over so that she was on top of him.

She looked down at him and ran her hands over his chest while she slid down on his dick. The bed rocked under them she put her hands against the wall above their heads and ground her hips into him.

He closed his eyes for a minute there was nothing quite like the feeling of floating while you were getting fucked.

He brought his hands up to her hips and rocked his hips into hers as the water under them made waves ripple under them.

"Oh god fuck me baby, fuck me." He moaned out softly.

"Give it to me." She breathed out. "Give me all of it."

Daryl could usually hold out much longer, especially the second time, but this was like a freight train coming right at him. The bed and her words were too much for him. He could do little else but pull her down on top of him and let completely go.

They lay there, with her on top of him as the rocking of the bed slowed. Both of their bodies wracked with aftershocks, neither of them could move. They were both sweating and he pushed the hair out of her face and his own and kissed her sweetly.

"That was wild." He breathed out when he could talk again and she nodded. He looked over at the nightstand as he held her close. There was a picture of Molly and Claudia he could only tell them apart by which arm the tattoos were on. They truly were identical, he supposed Molly felt the loss every day and didn't need a picture to remind her so he kept his observation to himself and held her tight.

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Later on Molly packed her back pack and they headed down the hall to the front door, she stopped to give Pretty Boy fresh water and seed. Then she fed him a cracker and blew kisses to him as Daryl grabbed her back pack off the chair.

"Bye bye Pretty Boy." She called as she headed for the door. She locked the door and walked out first as Daryl pulled the door shut he heard a distinct "Fuck you" Come from the bird cage.