A/N Sorry it took so long to update this week! I've been crazy and didn't get home til late today. But FINALLY! 34 chapters later! Heh, hope you guys enjoy it. Much loves 3

Sam shuts off the car and looks at Daryl in the dark. She carefully touches his cheek, trying to avoid hitting any bruised areas.

"I mean it." she says, feeling the tension in his body, him trying not to flinch away. "I don't want to be without you."

She leans over and kisses him firmly, softly biting his lower lip, her tongue explores his mouth, massaging his tongue. She savors the taste of him, the feel of his lips on hers. Even now, after all they've been through, no matter how many times they do this, he is still passive, hesitant. Her hand moves from his face to the back of his neck, pulling his closer, deepening the kiss, and trying to coax some passion out of him. She moves her hand to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. He finally starts returning the kiss the way he should, his tongue dueling with hers, when he bites her bottom lip she can't help the groan that escapes her. She breaks the kiss so she can move to his lap, abandoning her seat and all that space between them. His body heat is instantly chases away the chills left by the cold weather and events of the day. Without prompting, Daryl wraps his arms around her, under the fabric of her coat, he pulls her close, trying to eliminate any space between their bodies. The motion in the small confines causes her to rock her hips back and forth and they both groan at the feeling. The temperature in the car climbs and before long they are both covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Back seat." Sam manages to get out between kisses, almost panting.

Daryl uses the free seconds to cover her neck in kisses, Sam lets her head drop back, encouraging him to continue, and moans when his teeth graze her shoulder. His hands work up her back, strong fingers kneading the muscles, one hand escapes from under her jacket and grips her hair gently, guiding her lips back to his.

Sam tries to get her hands under his shirt, needing to feel more skin on skin and almost growls in frustration when she can't. She breaks the kiss again and moves off him, squeezing between the seats to move to the back.

Daryl follows, struggling a bit more to fit between the seats. Sam removes her jacket and uses it as a pillow, cushioning her head against the door. He holds himself above her, allowing her to slide off his jacket and vest and finally get her hands under his shirt. His body tenses when she tries to touch his back.

"Daryl, trust me." she says, trying to temper the lust she knows is in her eyes.

When he doesn't relax, she decides to try something else. In a quick movement, despite the lack of space, her shirt is over her head and on the floor. His eyes almost scorch her as they rove over her almost naked torso. He lets his hands move all over her stomach and sides, his thumbs trace the under wire on her bra, teasingly close, yet so far away from her stinging nipples, she arches her back, trying to tell him what she wants without using words. His palms slowly cover her breasts, just the pressure on them making her squirm and add fuel to the burn that is growing. Her impatience gets the best of her and she uses one hand to deftly unclasp her bra and slide it over her shoulders. She brings his lips back to her mouth with one hand and works the other one under his shirt, her fingers finally able to explore the tone muscles in his back, dragging his shirt up slowly, inch by inch. Her finger tips gently brush over his scars, he draws back enough to pull his shirt over his head and instead of returning his lips to hers, he kisses down her collarbone, his exhales leave a hot trail. Sam reaches between them and fumbles with his belt buckle for a second before she gets it and unbuttons his pants enough to get hand in them her fingers brush over the tip of his cock and she can feel his whole body shudder. She wraps her fingers around it, barely able to touch her thumb and middle finger, and slowly strokes him. His concentration is fractured and he gives up on kissing her, instead just resting his cheek on her chest, his breath brushing her nipple with every quiet moan. His sounds and reactions have Sam so aroused that she is writhing under him. She uses her free hand to unbutton her own pants and slides her remaining clothes down, struggling to kick off her boots.

"Do you want more?" she asks, her breath caressing his ear.

He nods, his rough cheek scratching her sensitive skin, his breath starting to come in pants.

"Then the pants have to go." she starts to push his pants down with one hand while still stroking him.

"Shouldn't we have like, a condom or something?" he manages to ask.

Frustration and need strangle her, anticipation makes her voice breathy "Check in the glove box, or the console. If there aren't any…"

She trails off, for the first time being able to appreciate the sight of him shirtless. His shoulders and arms have gotten bigger and more defined since they first met, the muscles in his back and shoulders taper down to a narrow waist and a wonderfully defines ass. Even with the scars, or maybe because of them, the sight of him screams strength and power. She reaches out and almost lets her fingers trace the scars, but pulls her hand back, not wanting to shatter Daryl's peace.

He looks back at her with an awkward half smile "Looks like the previous owner used to get busy too."

He turns away from her again, she can hear the foil rip and her heart starts beating a little faster. Daryl moves over her again and she pushes his pants down over his hips, intent on finishing what she started. The sight of him hard and ready steals her breath, touching and seeing are two completely different things. He stops with the tip pressed to her slick entrance, almost waiting for her to change her mind. She moves her hips until he is just barely inside her and stops, biting her lip. It's been a long time since she's had sex, and there was almost no foreplay. Daryl looks at her with concern and starts to pull away, but Sam wraps her legs around his waist, keeping him there, she brings his mouth down to hers and uses her legs to slowly bring his hips closet to hers, so slowly until he is sheathed in her and their breath is coming in pants. She can feel the tension in Daryl's hips, needing to move while her legs hold him still so she can adjust to the deliciously painful feeling of him filling her, stretching her like she hasn't had in a long time.

Daryl's eyes are almost crossed behind his closed lips because of how good she feels and how damn tight she is. When she relaxes her legs it takes everything he has to keep his control. He slowly draws out, her moans fraying his control even more, and starts to thrust, trying to stay slow because he is already so close to the edge. Sam moves her hips with his, helping him get a rhythm going. Her breath hitches when he starts moving faster, hitting her spot just right. She can tell he is close, his movements are more frantic, his breathing faster. His final thrust, harder and deeper than any of the others, makes her cry out and arch her back off the seat, his body stills and his head rests on her shoulder, hot breath tickling her damp neck.

"Sorry." he murmurs once his breathing normalizes, looking at her with glazed eyes "I couldn't …"

"Don't apologize," she smiles and runs her fingers through his damp hair "just make it up to me next time."

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