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Jameson was still calming her nerves. Daryl had asked about Johnnie and she felt her stomach drop. She did not want to talk about her brother. They had such a great afternoon and it had seemed like it would be a nice evening but then there it was. Johnnie and all that went along with him. After she told him, he dropped the topic and she let out a relieved sigh. She liked that he could read her. He let upsetting things drop to the side. She hoped that he would be ok with not talking about their pasts or feelings. She didn't do any of that well. He didn't seem the type to want to broach those topics either and she hoped that it would hold, at least for the evening. She enjoyed the ride and the time they spent together. She liked eating with him. She didn't want it ruined by shit that didn't matter. It was the past, well most of it. She was looking through her dvds to find something that would lighten the mood and make the awkwardness dissipate.

"Zombieland?" she asked holding up the dvd. Daryl grabbed it and looked it over. "It's good." She told him. Daryl nodded and said, "Sure, zombie flicks are good."

"This one is gory but also funny. Woody Harrelson is funny as fuck and Bill Murray has cameo." She said, placing the disc in her dvd player. She walked into her bedroom and grabbed her comforter and pillows. The couch didn't have any throw pillows to use and she liked getting comfy while watching movies. She walked back and handed him the pillow he used before and told him, "Couch is comfier with a pillow." He smirked and thanked her. Jameson told herself it wasn't because she wanted the pillow to get more of his yummy smell on it.

'Nut job Jameson. New level of creepy.' She scolded herself.

She sat cross-legged on the couch, pulling her blanket on her lap. She was getting comfy when she looked over at Daryl. He was watching her. "Huh?" she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Nuthin'." He replied, biting his thumb. She chewed her lip in contemplation but let it go. Jameson looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was sitting with his legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles. He had the pillow tucked next to him and was leaning into the corner of the sofa. There were a couple feet between them.

They were watching and enjoying the movie for a while. Daryl was snorting at the goofiness of the characters dialog.

Jameson's legs started to cramp so she unfolded them. She put the pillow next to her and used it to lean against. Curled on her side she straightened her legs out on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand. Daryl and her were now only a foot apart. She could smell him from where she sat. She glanced at him and saw him sit up straighter.

"Am I crowding you?" she asked, turning to look at him. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Nah, t's yer house."

Jameson laughed and said, "Just cuz it's my place doesn't mean I should push ya off the couch."

He smirked a little and said, "M'fine." She watched him relax more and brace an arm on the back of the couch. He looked like he belonged there. Sitting next to her. She shook her head a little to stop her mind from thinking about the situation too deeply. 'Just watchin' a movie weirdo.' She scolded herself.

Daryl laughed loudly at the grocery store scene when Woody kills the redneck with a banjo. Jameson smiled at hearing his gruff laugh. It was the first real laugh she had heard from him. She wanted to hear it more.

"Looks like a cousin o' mine." He said.

Jameson snorted loudly and slapped her hands over her mouth. She felt the burn of embarrassment slowly climb up her cheeks. She glanced over at Daryl. He was sporting a huge smirk and his eyes were filled with amusement.

"Ya laughin at good ol' Jim Bob ?" He teased.

Jameson chuckled and said, "You're full of shit. Ya ain't got a cousin named Jim Bob."

"I could, ya never know." He said raising an eyebrow.

She squinted at him and shook her head. "I still call bullshit."

Daryl grunted and shrugged a shoulder but Jameson saw his lips twitch.

They watched a while longer when Jameson laid down completely. Her shoulder was throbbing holding her weight at such a weird angle. She lay down on her side, her head on the pillow. She was laughing loudly at Bill Murray's death scene when she glanced up at Daryl. He was smirking at her.

"What? It's funny," she gasped out, shaking her head slightly in amusement. Jameson looked back up and raised an eyebrow at his odd expression, "What Dixon?"

"S'nothin," his lip curved up and he shook his head.

Jameson made a quiet snort sound again and shrugged a shoulder. She didn't know what his deal was but she thought the movie was hilarious. She turned back and watched them dispose of Murray's body, giggling slightly at the absurdity of it.

She was surprised when Daryl's hand touched her shoulder. She jumped slightly which made him pull away quickly.

"Sorry," he muttered. She shook her head and said, "Just surprised me. T'sfine." Jameson didn't want to sound desperate but the thought of him resting a hand on her shoulder was thrilling. She felt warmth in her belly and squeezed her thighs together at the mere thought of it.

'Hmm…Pathetic and creepy.' she thought.

He careful laid his arm back down, his hand resting on her bicep. She looked up and gave him a small smile for reassurance that she was fine. Jameson laid there watching the screen but was more aware of her immediate surroundings. His hand was warm. So fucking warm. She felt the roughness of his fingertips against her soft skin. His thumb was brushing back and forth slightly but not enough to have been a conscious decision. She chewed her lip thinking about what him resting an arm on her meant.

'It was essentially the arm of the back of seat at the movie theater right?' she asked herself. Then wanted to smack herself at the absurdity of trying to finding significant meaning in such a innocent gesture.

Daryl was very relaxed. Sitting on the couch with Jameson was now his favorite thing in the world. She was lying down next to him and laughing. He liked her laugh and when she did it loudly earlier he couldn't stop himself from staring. Her laughter caused a slow fire to start burning inside him. It was not something he'd felt before. He watched her and wasn't aware of her looking back until she asked him what his problem was. He shook his head and tried to clear the cloudiness. He was trying to pinpoint the feeling but hadn't experienced it before so it was as if he was trying to read a language he didn't speak.

When she started giggling at Bill Murray's death he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to stroke her arm. Sitting with her there, enjoying a movie in comfortable clothes was pleasant. He had an urge to show affection; something he'd never really done before. He didn't cuddle or hold girls hands. So nervously he put his hand on her shoulder. When she jumped slightly his heart stopped. He apologized and shook his head, realizing he had been too caught up in the pleasure of enjoying the time that he crossed a line. Jameson convinced him it was fine so he let himself enjoy feeling her body under his hand. He tried to keep as still as possible. He didn't want to ruin it by weirding her out.

She giggled again and he didn't even try to fight the urge. He stroked her arm, his rough thumb tracing up and down her smooth arm. He closed his eyes and felt a deep pull in his gut. Just the action of feeling her warm skin against his caused the already low burning desire for her to flare, burning a path from his chest to his fingers and toes. The simple connection of his thumb innocently stroking her bicep made him hard. He opened his eyes and looked down to make sure she wasn't aware of his lack of control. She had a smile on her face but he couldn't tell if it was the film or the fact that he was still stroking her arm. He hoped it was the latter.

He realized then what the feeling he had earlier was. It was desire, a longing. He wanted Jameson but not just in a physical way. He wanted to have her in all the ways that someone can have another. He wanted to know what she was thinking about, how she felt. He wanted to spend time learning everything there was to know about her. He wanted her to be his and only his. He felt his chest clench in a combination of fear and excitement.

He looked back down, his eyes taking in every line of her face, the curve of her ear. He wanted to brush the hair off her forehead. A sudden thought came to mind. He was as bad as that dumb kid in Zombieland. He wanted to fucking brush the hair over her ear. He shut his eyes and almost groaned out loud at how pathetic it was.

'Jesus Darylina. Ya grow a pussy while I'm away?' Merle'd say if he heard him right now.

When Daryl opened his eyes he saw Jameson looking back up at him. She raised an eyebrow in confusion at his odd behavior.

"You ok?" she asked slightly amused at his surprised expression.

"Ya m'fine." he mumbled looking away from her. He felt her shift to sit up and he removed his hand. He watched her stand and remove the dvd. He hadn't even realized the movie had ended.

"Did you like it?" she asked, placing it back in the case.

"Ya t'sgood." He answered, adjust himself on the couch. His flannel feeling tight. Jameson was looking through her movies again. It was still early so they had plenty of time to hang out before he needed to go home.

"Do you wanna watch another one or do you gotta go?" she asked, sitting on the ground in front of her tv. She was chewing on her lip, fiddling with a few dvd cases in her hands.

"I can go if ya want me to…." He offered, biting his cheek.

"I haven't had a movie day in a long time. Kinda want to watch another.." she replied, not making eye contact.

"K." he answered, his lips twitching at her sudden shyness.

She put in the movie The Big Lebowski. Daryl hadn't seen it either. He never really saw movies since they rarely had a tv in whatever trailer they were in. He'd catch things at the different motels he and Merle would stay in but they were usually out in the woods or dealing with Merle's connections.

"This ones hilarious. Hopefully you aren't irritated by my laugh yet cuz this one cracks me up too." She said smiling. "Do you want a snack or anything?"

Daryl smiled at her. She was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. Her hair was all frizzy from getting wet in the rain and then laying on it. Daryl thought she was adorable. He watched her change the laundry over to the dryer and then go into the kitchen.

"I brought tha' box in, they're on the counter." He suggested. He watched her grab the box of sweets from the morning and a couple paper towels.

She smirked and said, "Ya sure you wanna share?"

Daryl snorted and said, "Guess I gotta, ya'll kick me out if I don'"

She laughed and shook her head. "Never…..Whaddya want to try this time?" she asked wiggly her eyebrows while she opened the box for him to look at.

He groaned inwardly because all he wanted to try at that moment was her mouth. He bet she tasted like cupcakes too. His mouth watered at the thought but he pushed that thought out of his mind and grabbed one of the pink passion fruit donuts. She smirked at him.

"Shuddup" he said while shrugging, "They're fuckin good." Daryl took a huge bite and moaned loudly. He laid his head back against the couch and chewed slowly. He moaned again and then lifted his head. He looked at her amused expression. "Wha?" he mumbled with a mouthful of donut. He didn't care that he looked like a pig or an idiot for devouring a pink donut called passion fruit strawberry cream. The donut was amazing.

"Your…." She trailed off and shook her head, grabbing the other donut. "It ok if I eat the other one or do you wanna save it?"

"All yours." He said with a smile. He took another bite and watched her pick up the remote to hit play. She took a bite and chewed slowly. "Fuck these are really good," she muttered, licking frosting off her finger. Daryl watched her tongue dart out and lick her pink lips. He bit his lip and watched her finish her donut and wipe her mouth. He wanted to kiss her. He was contemplating if it when she sat back.

Jameson looked over and said, "Do you wanna stretch out. I took over the couch last movie."

"M'fine." he answered putting the box on the ground next to the couch. He patted the couch for her to lie back down. She chewed on her lip before she moved to lie back. Her pillow had shift closer to Daryl, now touching his leg. Once she laid her head on the pillow he saw that her hair was touch his thigh. He let his eyes wander over her, the rise and fall of her even breathes, the way her waist swelled into a curvy hip. The yoga pants she was wearing showed off her ass and toned thighs.

Daryl moved his hand to rest on her again but since she had shift closer to him it landed on her hip. He muttered, "Sorry" and started to pull it away but she clamped her hand on top of his. She looked up and said, "It's fine." Daryl nodded dumbly and left his hand on the swell of her hip. She left her hand on top of his, stroking her thumb across the top. Daryl closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of her hand on his, the way her tiny thumb was drifting over the tough skin of his tanned hand.

"Ya got tiny hands," he muttered opening his eyes and looking down.

Jameson laughed and asked, "Thanks?"

Daryl snorted and said, "Sorry just thought it."

"I have that same problem. Sometimes I think that whoever put the Jameson model together forgot to install the filter in my brain. Shoulda heard me talking to Lori the other day. Just embarrassing." She said, looking up from her spot next to him with a tiny smirk.

He looked down and gave her a crooked smile. "Whaddya say?"

Jameson shook her head and said, "Nothin just being a spaz."

Daryl nodded but let it drop. He was going to follow his promise to let things go if she didn't want to talk about them. He went back to watching the movie. A while later he felt her shuffling around.

"Whats up?' he asked confused at her. She was rubbing face.

"Fuckin hairs goin' up my nose, tickles." She said laughing, trying to find the stray hair that was bothering her.

Daryl brought his hand up and brushed the hair off her forehead and temple. Smoothing it back and tucking it behind her ear, laying his hand on her arm

"I get it?" he asked looking down at her. She peeked up at him and said, "Ya thanks." He ran his fingers through the hair at her temple again, tucking behind her ear better and let his fingers trail through the strands. Jameson watched him as he twirled a lock around his finger. He couldn't stop himself, he knew it was weird or awkward but her auburn hair was now spilling into his lap. He wanted to feel it. Daryl glanced at her face and curved one side of his mouth up, "This ok?" he asked feeling unsure. He'd never played with a girl's hair before, pulled it yes.

She nodded and gave him a shy smile, lowering her eyes. He let his fingers comb through her hair again, stroking along her scalp, tracing the edge of her hair behind her ear. He ran his thumb allow the edge of her ear. He saw her shiver and asked, "Ya cold?" but continued stroking her.

"Not cold." She said slightly breathy.

Daryl raised an eyebrow because it sounded sexy as fuck. He was watching her for any sign of stress. He didn't want to freak her out by overstepping but he couldn't stop stroking the soft skin behind her ear. He let his fingers drag through the hair at the base of her head, scratching along her scalp. She moaned and Daryl froze. The sound sent a rush of heat straight to his dick. He closed his eyes tightly trying to calm the beast that just awoke inside him. When he opened his eyes and looked down she was staring at him. She bit her lip and said, "Sorry."

He blinked and said, "For wha'?"

"For moaning like some kinda pornstar." She said laughing. "Jesus." She shook her head, her cheeks pink.

"I liked it," he said with a tiny grin.

Jameson shook her head burying her face in the pillow, her shoulder shaking from laughter. Daryl kept running his finger against her scalp. "Feels good," she mumbled into cotton.

Daryl smiled and traced the edge of her ear again. He wanted to see if she shivered again. He watched her have a tremor run up her spine. He bit his lip and felt warm all over from seeing her react to his touch.

'Woman's gonna kill me,' he thought to himself.

'You're so fucked Jameson,' she told herself. Daryl was rubbing her scalp and playing with her hair and it was causing delicious shivers through her body. Apparently at some point the nerves from her clit were fused to the ones directly behind her ear because the light but rough sensation of his finger tracing the area was making her very wet. She squeezed her thighs together to relieve some of the throbbing she was experiencing. The killer was the gentle stroke along her ear. She had moaned already and couldn't allow herself to do it again so she bite the inside of cheek hard. Her eyes screwed shut and it felt like she had pins and needles all over her body. She had never had this type of reaction to anyone. Her body felt like a goddamn July fourth sparkler.

'This is getting ridiculous Jameson, get a hold of yourself.' She scolded.

She looked up and saw him staring at her. They stayed like that for a few moments. It felt like eternity. Jameson's breathing hitched as he shifted slightly. She didn't now what she was expecting but whatever it was she wanted it to happen and fast.

"C'mere." He said hoarsely, gesturing for her to roll over.

Jameson rolled to her back so she was looking directly up at him. She saw him turn slightly, bending slowly down towards her. Her heart was practically thrumming its way out of her chest. Her eyes danced over every detail of his face. His eyes were just as calculating. He was looking for any sign of hesitation. She wet her bottom lip, biting on it as he got closer. His large hand came up and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing across her cheek to her lip, freeing it from her teeth.

"Don' bite it off jus' yet." He said quietly bring his warm lips to hers. Slowly kissing her mouth, sucking her bottom lip and running his tongue along the spot she had bitten. Jameson couldn't hold the moan that crawled its way out of her belly.

Daryl growled at the sound and slide his hand into her hair, gripping it firmly he held the back of her head. He slowly pulled her off the pillow, lifting her towards him. She sat up and turned to face him. They were both panting and staring at each other.

"Ya ok?" he asked letting his eyes take her in. She couldn't speak, she nodded slowly. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were wet. She wanted him.

'Fuckin hell she tastes like passion fruit donut and vanilla.' He moaned inside his head. He kissed her soft wet lips and wanted to just grab her, squeeze her and fuck her. Daryl needed to get himself under control so he asked her if she was ok. He didn't want to keep pushing himself on her if she wasn't ok with this type of physical relationship. He'd seen her flinch at Carol and the time he had grabbed her to stop her from leaving but hadn't seen any other similar reactions.

She nodded and he reached out to her. He put his hand on her neck, just below her jaw, his fingers cupping the base of her head. He applied enough pressure to urge to closer. Her hands went to the front of his shoulders as she sat up, her knees on the couch. She moved closer and slid onto his lap, straddling him. Daryl's eyes widened and his breathing hitched when she maneuvered over him. His eyes slide shut as he felt her press against his lap. He bit his lip and peeled his eyes open. She was breathing just as hard and her mouth was slightly parted.

"This ok?" she asked averting her eyes as if embarrassed.

"More than," he strangled out, his hands lying on her thighs. He let his thumbs smooth back and forth on the tops of her legs, sliding the up to her hips. His finger tips were touching the edges of her ass. She moaned quietly and rolled her hips.

"Fuckkkk.." he hisses through clenched teeth. She stilled on his lap and looked at him wide eyed. "Shit sorry." She mumbled and shifted to move.

"Stop. Don' go." He said firmly, his hands tightening. "Unless ya wanna stop."

Jameson shook her head and brought her hand from his shoulder up his neck. She trailed her thumb along the edge of his jaw, leaning forward she kissed him. She slid her tongue into his mouth and he growled. His hands clamped onto her. He didn't want her rubbing against him, the flannel wasn't hiding his huge hard on.

'Gonna cum like a fourteen year old. Fuckin' pussy.' He berated himself.

They kissed, tongues twisting, lips sucking until they were out of breath. They stopped with their chests heaving and hearts hammering. Their foreheads rested against each other.

Jameson let out a shaky breath.

"Ok?" he asked. Jameson nodded and said, "I should get off and cool down though." He didn't want to beg her to stay because he wasn't the type to beg or force a girl to do something she didn't want to. That doesn't mean he was happy she would be leaving his lap though. "K." he said loosening his grip on her hips. She slide off his lap and sat next to him. Daryl watched her push the hair out of her face and take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He chewed on his lip hoping she wasn't regretting what they just did.

"Stop worryin'," she said looking over. "Just don't want to go too fast."

Daryl nodded and asked, "Ya ok though?"

Jameson smiled and nodded, "M'fine." She slid close to him, leaning against him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, hugging her against his chest.

They watched the rest of the movie and near the end Daryl felt her get heavier and more relaxed. He could tell she had fallen asleep. When the film ended he shifted so she laid flat on the couch. He kneeled for a moment looking at her peaceful face. "Jameson," he said quietly, touching her shoulder lightly. She blinked her eyes and sat up. "Sorry, "she mumbled. "Long couple days I guess."

Daryl nodded and said, "I'm gonna change and go. Ok?"

Jameson got up to retrieve his clothes. Ho took them and changed in the bathroom. When he exited the bathroom he saw her folding the blankets in the living room.

"Thanks for dinner n' the movies." He said with a smile.

"No problem. I had a good time," she smirked and approached him slowly. His heart sped up at the just the sight her coming toward him. He couldn't speak, his mouth went dry so he nodded. She took his hand and stepped close enough for him to feel her chest against his. He lowered his head kissing her gently and slow. Their tongues stroked and he nipped her lip, making her moan. He pulled back to keep control because her quiet moans were making him lose focus.

"Should go before I can't" he said roughly.

"K. Well. I'll see you soon?" she said biting her lower lip.

Daryl couldn't hold back his smile. He liked her wanting to see him again. It felt good to have someone want to spend time with him.

" 'course" He told her with a smile. Jameson nodded and smiled towards the ground. She walked him to the door and he kissed her lightly on the forehead, leaving his lips for a long moment. She handed him the box of treats, "Don't forget your sugar." Daryl smiled and ducked his head. He stepped out and watched her give him a little wave. He left the apartment building and sat on his bike for a few minutes, looking up at the building that housed such an amazing girl. He had never been interested in a girl, hell interested in anything as much as he was with Jameson. He couldn't wait to see her again. The thought of it made his head buzz and his breath quicken.

He rode to his little apartment and climbed into bed. His mind was racing, he felt overwhelmed with not only the need to have her but the fear of what happened if he did. He tossed and turned but eventually fell asleep dreaming of auburn hair spilling over his face, pink plump lips and dark green eyes.

OhBoy! I had thought about them jumping into bed but felt like I should make them go slow for now. I hope it wasn't too boring with the lack of smut. It's coming soon, I promise.

Thanks for reading and remember to check out my other story "Backroads" which I am close to posting a new chapter for! Thanks again.