Chapter 32

Silly Shoes

She awoke before Daryl and threw on her robe before heading into her closet, looking for something suitable and clean. She selected a long sleeve cotton shirt with a pair of summer weight breeches and set them on the chaise in the bedroom before heading to the bathroom to clean up.

She was brushing her teeth when Daryl stumbled in, bleary eyed.

"Found a spare toothbrush for you." She pointed to the package on the counter next to her as she leaned forward to spit into the sink.

Daryl came up to stand behind her at the counter as she rinsed out the toothbrush. He stared at her reflection in the mirror. "Damn fuckable."

She turned back to the mirror to see what he was looking at. Her robe had fallen open, revealing the tops of her breast. The mirror was angled slightly downwards, so it caught the top of her panties. She was shocked at the intimacy of it all.

She saw Daryl's hand reach around her hip and slip into her underwear. "Gonna fuck you right here." He leaned forward, bending her over the sink. "You're gonna watch me fuck you in the mirror."

Emma couldn't disobey, she couldn't look away from him. His eyes were dark and filled with lust. She wanted him. She could feel herself start dripping at the thought of him. She nodded, unable to speak.

He smiled and pulled her robe off. Kissing down her back he slid her panties down to her ankles. His breath was hot on her ass as he reached a finger into her hole and found her wet and wanting. "Oh woman. Yer gonna fuckin' kill me." He circled her opening with his fingers and breathing in her scent. "Mmmm."

He suddenly broke contact, stepping away. "Hold on." She mewled at him. "Stay still." He ordered before ducking out of the bathroom.

She shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, rubbing her thighs together trying to find some kind of release. Daryl came back with a condom in one hand and a pair of black stilettos in the other.

He set them on the counter next to her. "Put 'em on." He ordered as he dropped his trousers.

As soon as she had them on he walked up behind her and spread her legs widely. His fingers plunged into her core, causing her to shudder with pleasure. "Yeah, ya like that, dontcha?" He looked at her in the mirror, clearly enjoying her reaction to his touch.

"Fuck me." She asked, knowing now that he liked it when she talked dirty.

"Yes ma'am." He slid inside of her.

She braced herself on the counter as he thrusted, pushing back into him. The heels had the added benefit of tilting her ass up nicely for him. Daryl had deep access to her and he took full advantage of it. She could hear the meaty slap of his thighs against hers as he drilled into her.

She tightened her pussy around him, trying to draw him in deeper. His eyes widened in surprise. "Manx, y'learn fast!" He groaned and increased his speed. His eyes watching her in the mirror.

"nuff o' this." He used a hand to unclasp her bra and slid it down her arms. Freed from their restraints, they bounced freely with his thrusts. "Better." He reached around to tease one of her nipples, while the other hand sought out her clitoris.

It was too much. She moaned and closed her eyes, unable to bear the pleasure as she neared her peak.

"Look at me." He pulled her hair back and tilted her head up to face the mirror. " I wanna see your face when you come for me."

She looked straight into his eyes as her body shuddered in release. Only the pressure of Dary's thrusts kept her standing.

"Atta girl." He said before his orgasm stole his own breath.

They crumpled together on the bathroom floor, bodies intertwined on the cold tile.

"Whoa." Emma panted.

"Yeah." Daryl chuckled. "I'll be takin' them silly shoes back home."

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"Still don't get why ya bothered." Daryl watched as she finished cleaning out her fridge.

"It's still my house." Emma pointed out. She had also insisted on shutting off the water to her house.

"You comin' back?"

Emma looked around at the home she had so carefully constructed for her old life. "Not really, but it was nice to see it one last time."

Daryl refueled their car with gas he siphoned from her neighbour's truck. They had packed up what foodstuffs they could find in the nearby houses along with some of Archer's personal effects.

"Finish up quick. Meet ya at the car." He disappeared out the back door.

The last thing she had to do was to set the note she had written on her mantle, where her family picture had been. She addressed it to her father and brother.

If you find this, know that I have survived. Michael and I found a safe place with friends. You can find me back at my University summer job. If I am not there, I'll try to leave you another note at the house up the canal with the cherry trees out front. Be careful and stay safe. All my love, Em.

She put the date on the bottom of the letter. Wiping a tear away so Daryl wouldn't see it, she left the house and locked it behind her replacing her spare key back in its garden hiding spot.

She took out a walker behind her gate as she walked to the car where Daryl was waiting for her. They drove out of town, ignoring the dead that trailed after them.

Emma didn't look back.