A/N Hey everyone! Sorry for not updating last week, things have been getting a little crazy with the holidays coming up, so I think for the time being, I'll just update every other week, maybe give myself a chance to get a few chapters ahead. Also sorry this one jumps around so much, I've been struggling a little with them staying in the same place for so long. Hopefully that will come to an end soon. But I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Much loves3
"Why do I always have to be in charge of the dishes?" she complains to Daryl.
"Cause I ain't got the patience for em. I'd end up jus throwin em all away. So if that's what ya want, step aside." he chuckles when he hears her exasperated sigh.
"We haven't had any snowfall in a few weeks, and it seems to be melting pretty fast." she says, trying to hint without just coming out and asking.
"Good Lord woman, you are incorrigible. Yes, we can leave soon." he says, watching her shoulders shake slightly with silent laughter.
"That's not" she starts.
"Shut up. Yes it was." he smiles "I can see you diein to ask me every time the damn sun shines."
"But I didn't." she defends.
"Cause you know I'd lose my damned mind."
She finishes rinsing the last dish and sets it aside to dry. "I didn't think I would ever hear myself say this, but I'm getting a little stir-crazy. Even the hunting trips aren't doing it anymore. I actually kinda miss being out on the road."
"Ha." he bursts out laughing "You, who was all about home and stability. An you miss the road?"
"I'm still about having a stable place to call home, but I know that's not going to be here. As nice as it's been to be able to rest here and play house, home is wherever the group is."
"Play house?" he pretends to be angry, stepping closer to her "Is that what you think we've been doin? I've been bustin my ass, stocking our resources an you call it playin house?"
By the time he ends the last sentence Sam is pressed against the cabinet, trapped by his hands on either side of her.
"That's not what I meant." she squeaks.
"You think I'm playin, girl?" he quickly lifts her so she is sitting on the counter.
She holds her breath as he moves his face closer to hers. He puts his lips next to her ear, his stubble scratching her cheek.
"Well?" the low rumble of his voice sends shivers down her body.
"No." she breathes "You're not playing."
"Damn straight." he roughly takes her mouth..
He breaks the kiss, leaving her breathless and dazed, a lopsided grin on his face. Her eyes regain focus and she catches her breath again.
She sighs "That's not all, is it?"
"You know that ain't all." he slides her off the counter, she wraps her legs around his waist and he supports her with an arm around her back.
Daryl lays her on the bed, covering her, and presses his lips to hers again. One hand runs up her side under her clothes, he can feel the small shudder run through her. Her nipples strain against the fabric as his hands work their way up her body. He unclasps her bra and slides his hands under the fabric, brushing his thumb over one hard pebble, making her arch her hips into him. He moves his lips from her mouth to her neck and rolls her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently increasing the pressure until she gasps. He gives her beck a firm bite, loving her reactions, she arches into his hand as he moves to the other one. Her hands slide under his shirt and up his back, dragging her nails up his spine, her legs, still around his waist press him closer to her, making it hard for him to move his hands. Their clothes disappear in a flurry of motion, skin on skin. He trails down her bare chest, lips and tongue replacing his hand, he draws the taut skin into his mouth and flicks his tongue over it, making her moan. She moves one hand down between them and starts stroking him, he takes a shuddering breath, drawing cold air over the wet skin, she squirms beneath him, trying to stay focused on her own task, getting increasingly difficult with every bite and tug Daryl delivers. Her focus shatters when his hand dips below her waist and parts her lips, teasing her overly sensitive bundle of nerves. She bucks her hips, trying to get him to touch the right spot. Going insane with his teasing.
Sam rests her head on Daryl's chest, absently tracing patterns on his stomach. He moves one arm out from under his head and wraps it around her, pressing her body closer against his.
"Ya know, we won't be able to keep carryin on like this when we're back with the group." Daryl laughs "Less you wanna sneak off behind some trees all the time."
"Not particularly. But we'll figure something out." she laughs and kisses his chest.
Daryl turns the Jeep onto the pitted road at the end of the driveway. Sam glances back briefly at the place that has been home for the last few months and smiles as the driveway goes out of sight, glad to finally be back on the road again.