A/N Hello my loves! Here's another fun chapter, consider it a reward for your loyalty. Hope you enjoy. Much loves!
"Does this shit ever let up?" Daryl growls, trying to see the road through the snow.
"Welcome to the North East." Sam says with a laugh "This is just the beginning of it up here."
"We better find somewhere to hole up then, I don't like how fast this snow is sticking."
"Wait, hang on. I think the cabin is around here." she says excitedly, trying desperately to find their location on the map now "We have to find it again. We'd be set there. We have to find it again."
"'suming no one else got to it first."
"Don't even say that." Sam says, pretending to pout "I'd fight someone for that place."
"Now hold up. That place ain't worth puttin you in danger, 's not like we're staying up here." he points out.
"This is all your fault." Sam says, glaring at the map.
"My fault? The hell are you talkin bout?"
"You just had to put the idea of someone else taking it into my head, didn't you?" she says, trying to hide a smile.
"Jus tryin to be realistic." he shrugs.
"Turn, turn. Right here!" she shouts.
"Moment of truth." Daryl says, getting to the end of the driveway.
"I was expecting a lot worse." Sam says, walking through the empty house "I don't think anyone else found it."
"How could they? We barely found it, an we were lookin."
"Maybe this time we can use the bed the way it's supposed to be used."
"An how is that?"
Sam just raises an eyebrow in response, which makes him chuckle "I wasn't kidding about you making it up to me either."
"Let's get a fire goin first, warm up the place."
"Oh come on, we don't need a fire to warm it up in here." she drops her bag on the floor and starts unzipping her jacket.
"What are ya doin? We still have stuff to bring in." he watches her walk closer and drop the jacket on the floor. She slides her hands under his vest and moves them up his sides.
"The stuff isn't going anywhere." she says, her lips just inches from his. "All the important stuff's inside anyway."
She closes the gap between their lips with a hungry kiss, then quickly takes a few steps back "But if you insist, let's bring in the rest of it."
Daryl tries to suppress the growl that makes it's way up his throat "Woman, you are a new breed of evil."
Sam zips up her jacket and gives him the most innocent look she can muster. "I am not. You were the one who kept saying we have all this stuff to do before we can make good use of that big, comfy bed."
"Uh-huh." he closes the gap between them, grabs her around the waist and kisses her roughly. "But like you said, it sin't goin nowhere."
Sam melts into the kiss, loving the glimpse of the more dominant Daryl. Her arms go around his neck and she stands on her toes to be able to keep contact with him, pressing her body to his. His hands move up her back and before her jacket can stop their path, it's on the floor.
The wind outside begins to howl as they blindly make their way to the bedroom, neither able to bring themselves to break the kiss. Daryl stumbles over the bag Sam dropped earlier and they both fall sideways, her back hit's the wall and her head bounces off the panel. Her hand goes to the back of her head and she breaks the kiss, trying to hide her laugh in his neck.
"Are you he starts to ask, but when she bites his neck the rest of the sentence is lost in a moan. His fingers dig into her back and she arches into him.
"Bed. Now." she says, pulling him towards the room.
She pulls her shirt over her head and bites back a gasp when the chilled air hits her skin, causing instant goose bumps.
Daryl watches her, a step behind, he can feel the blood rush to his face and groin when she tosses his shirt to the floor, still amazed at how unashamed she is. He steps towards her, fingertips itching to touch her flawless skin, his erection strains against his pants, begging to be released. His calloused hands move over her arms and shoulders, bringing her closer and chasing away the goose bumps that have broken out on her skin. She watches him with half closed eyes while she snakes her hands under all the layers of his clothes. He lets her warm hands help him slide off his jacket, and while her fingers are busy with the buttons on his shirt his hands go to her hair and as gently as he can, he tries to take the elastic out, but it gets snagged. She grunts and he tries to step back.
"Where are you going?" she asks with a smile and presses her lips to his. She pulls away and finishes taking the elastic out of her hair, shaking it loose.
His hand goes to her hair when she presses her body to his, her hot little tongue leaving a wet trail along his collarbone and she presses her hips more firmly against his hard on. He follows her lead when she gently pushes him back until the back of his legs bump against the bed. When he sits down she is on his lap, one leg on either side of his hips and she starts feverishly kissing him, only stopping long enough to pull his shirt over his head.
He can feel her hands working on his belt, trying to get it undone while her hips are rocking back and forth. He pulls her against him and buries his face in her neck, allowing her hair to caress his cheek. She gives a triumphant little laugh when she finally gets the belt unfastened and uses a gentle push on his chest to get him to lay back on the bed. When her lips slide over his head, his eyes threaten to roll back, and when she starts to suck and stroke with her tongue, he grabs what blankets he can and summons every ounce of strength not to start thrusting into her mouth. A strangled groan escapes him when she stops. He lifts his head off the bed to see her kicking off her own pants and with a few tugs his pants are on the floor too. She crawls over him and positions her hips over his, lowering herself onto him with agonizing slowness until they both sigh.
She leans forward and places her lips next to his ear "Just let me do all the work this time."
He nods and she moves his hands from the blankets to her hips and starts moving.
His breath is starting to come faster when Sam suddenly stops moving. He looks up at her, worried.
"Somethin wrong?" he asks, trying to make his voice stronger.
Sam responds with an evil smile "Nothing at all."
When she starts moving again he realizes why she stopped. Damn her, she is going to drive him crazy. And he is more than willing to let her.
By the third time she stopped and started, Daryl is nearly out of his mind with the need to finish. Before she can start moving again, in one quick motion he sits up, wraps an arm around her waist and rolls her onto her back.
"Enough playin." he growls in her ear and thrusts hard.
Her gasp serves as encouragement and he continues, trying to keep a rhythm and not disappoint her again, but the sounds she's making are just too much. Too hot. Her nails dig into his shoulders with the few final thrusts and a small scream tears from her throat.
"How could we have left all the food in the car?" Sam asks from the doorway, blanket wrapped around her naked body.
"Guess we got a little distracted." he says with a low chuckle, the sheets barely pulled up over his hips.
"You got distracted. You were supposed to bring in all the important stuff." she leans against the door frame with a smirk.
"Come over here an say that." he sits up, one leg bent, the sheets pooling in his lap . "I dare ya."
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