This chapter contains smut. It also contains background info on the OC, mentions of child abuse, nothing graphic. Thank you for reading, ENJOY!
I don't own TWD characters, etc etc.
Daryl couldn't stop thinking of dirty, dirty things to do to Jameson. She had on tight black jeans and a gray t-shirt. It was normal everyday clothing but Daryl had seen her naked, spread out underneath him. She could be wearing a snuggie and he'd think she was sexy as fuck. When she changed out a keg he caught a peek of red panties and he was rock hard.
"Fuckin' hormonal teenager," He muttered to himself with a sigh.
Being so relieved that she was ok when he got there, he had to hold back from kissing her instantly. He settled for touching her arm and decided that as soon as the bar doors were locked his was going to kiss the fuck out of her.
She was cleaning up and closing the last customer's tabs. Shane wandered over towards Daryl. "Ya stickin around?" he asked. "Got some tail waitin' on me." He smirked. Daryl stopped himself from rolling his eyes. "I'm stayin'" he said, finishing his coke.
Shane grinned and hollered, "I'm out Jameson. Your boyfriend's stayin'" walking out. Daryl felt his cheeks burn and cut his eyes over to Jameson seeing her biting her lip, avoiding his gaze. Daryl frowned and looked away, disappointed she wouldn't look at him. Biting his thumb and bouncing his leg nervously he looking up when the door locked.
Turning around she leaned against the door not looking at him, her arms crossed.
"Ya want me ta go?" he asked feeling awkward, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
Walking over she asked, "What? Why would I want that?"
"Don' know, just ya seemed upset when Shane said… what he said." Daryl told her scowling slightly.
"I was just embarrassed. Not of you. Just...I didn't know if you'd be mad he said that and stuff. I mean we didn't really talk about what we were and I don't ever date and I don't know. Now I'm rambling." She stammered and scuffed her foot against the uneven tiled floor.
Daryl stood up and walked over to her, moving slowly he lifting his hand to her cheek. Turning her face up to look at him, he leaned down and kissed her softly. Jameson moaned and opened her mouth to him. Daryl took the invitation and deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue with his. Her hands slid up his chest then she dug them into the hair at the base of his neck. They kissed until they needed air, pulling away with a gasp.
"Couldn' be mad at someone sayin' you're mine," he said, voice rough with lust.
Jameson looked up at him through her eyelashes. "Really?" she asked quietly.
" 'course. Would ya be mad if ya were?" he asked feeling unsure.
"Of course not." She said biting her lip. Daryl lowered his mouth to her again, kissing passionately Daryl slided his hand into her hair. Pulling it firmly he tilting her head to kiss her neck.
"Could barely sit there watchin' ya all night. Wanted to do this soon is I saw ya." He mumbled against her jaw, nipping his way to her ear and sucking gently on her earlobe. Jameson moaned as he grabbed her waist tight, pulling her firmly against his body.
"I….I gotta finish up. Are you comin' over tonight?" she said gasping as he placed hot open mouth kisses along her neck.
"Mmmmhmm. If that's ok." He murmured, still kissing her, sucking on her bottom lip. Nodding Jameson shifted her hips, brushing against his hard on. Daryl groaned and pulled back, breathing hard.
"Le's get'er done." He said, pulling away to flip chairs onto the tables as fast as possible.
'God he's gonna kill me with his mouth' Jameson thought to herself as she counted the till down. Glancing over at him flipping chairs for her, she bit her lip seeing his broad shoulders covered in his leather cut, the angel wings stretching as he moved. Jameson wanted him badly and hoped he didn't work early because she wanted him to stay over again.
"Ya gonna finish up 'er stare at me all night?" Daryl asked with a smirk.
"Shuddup. I'm workin' over here." Saying with her cheeks on fire looking up to see him smirking still.
"Mmmmhmm. Right," Daryl drawled.
Finished with her cash drop Jameson got the lights all turned off and said, "I'm coming,"
"Really? Haven't even touched ya yet." Daryl said joked.
Jameson chuckled and found his hand. "Funny man. Le's go."pulling him with her. When they got to the back door he stopped her from opening it. Pulling her to him and backed her against the wall next to the exit. The red exit sign was giving them enough light to see each other and Jameson felt him all around her. He leaned into her, his leg going between hers. She moaned at the friction and tilted her head up. Sliding his hands up her side they grazed her breasts and travelled up her neck until he framed her face.
"Ya want me ta make ya cum darlin'?" Daryl said, his voice low and rough.
"Fuck Dixon. You could prob'ly make me cum just talking to me like." Jameson said breathlessly. Rubbing his leg between her legs he made her mouth drop open. Taking advantage of it, he kissed her deeply and groaned when she grabbed his hips, pulling him until his hard on pressed against her hip.
"Fuck le's go" he said gruffly, pulling her outside. Jameson chuckled and locked the door.
"Is your car safe here overnight?" asking as he pulled them towards his bike.
"Ummm I should probably drive. You gotta work tomorrow and I'll need to get to work." Jameson said, pulling towards her car.
"Garage is closed this weekend. Jim's going camping and shit." Daryl said raising an eyebrow.
"Um ok. " she said going to his bike. Throwing his leg over, he held his hand out for Jameson to balance with. Smiling widely Jameson slid behind him and pushed herself flush against him, slowly scratching her nails across his stomach. Daryl growled and shifted himself in his jeans.
"No funny business. Don' wanna crash." Daryl said firmly then kick started the engine. Squeezing his stomach she laid her head against his back and inhaled deeply, smelling leather and cigarette smoke. Closing her eyes as they rode to her place they were there before she knew it and were parking. She bit her lip, watching his long legs slide off his bike. Daryl looked at her bashfully for a second and then opened his saddlebag pulling out a small overnight bag.
"I kinda brought a change of clothes, is that weird?" he asked, shuffling feet and looking up through his hair.
"Not at all why would it?" Jameson asked, secretly jumping up and down like a school girl.
"Just that I planned to stay over 'n shit without you offerin'." Shrugging a shoulder.
"You can stay over whenever ya want." Jameson said without hesitation feeling embarrassed at the desperate sound in her voice. Daryl gave her a genuine smile and jutted his chin to her building. "Le's go."
"You can stay over whenever ya want."
Daryl wanted to kiss the fuck out of her again when she said that. He grinned like an idiot while following her up the stairs. Once inside Jameson took off her jacket and her handgun holster, pulling her leg up in the kitchen chair removing her knife.
"Ya carry that all the time?" Daryl asked pointing to her blade.
"Ya. Knives are always useful." Jameson said laying it on the table. "Is that weird?"
"Nah. I always have one of two on me. Just never known any other girl ta do it." He said, biting his thumb.
With a smile she said, "I'm not just any other girl. I'm gonna change, help yourself to something to drink or eat."
Pulling off his jacket Daryl went into the kitchen and poured himself a Jack and coke. Leaning against the kitchen counter and sipping his drink. When he looked up he saw her come out. "Ya want a drink?" he asked letting his eyes wander over her. She was wear black yoga pants and a black wife beater. Her hair was piled up into a messy bun. 'Beautiful.' He thought while taking her in.
"Sure. I'm kinda hungry. I might have a grilled cheese, ya want one?" Jameson asked opening the fridge pulling out the coke again, and the fixings for a sandwich.
"I could eat," Daryl said mixing her a drink. Once he had her drink ready he sat down and watched her get the sandwiches going. Standing at the stove with one leg bent, her toes propped on top of the other foot, sipping her drink. Daryl enjoyed just watching her, relaxed and comfortable.
"So how was the shop? Do you like it?" Jameson asked, turning to lean her back against the counter, her feet crossed at the ankle in front of her. Daryl chewed his lip, holding back his urge to maul her again.
"Ya it's fine. Jim's a good guy." Daryl said taking a healthy sip of his drink, calming his nerves. Jameson nodded and commented, "He is. Always helps me out when I'm short on cash. He's kept my piece of shit car going far longer than it should."
Daryl snorted and said, "Ya that thing is gonna die a slow death. Let me know if it acts up. I can save ya the cash."
Jameson smiled and said, "I'd bring it to you at the shop. I wouldn' wanna take business from Jim." Daryl shrugged and thought about what a sweet girl she was. Turning back Jameson flipped the sandwiches over.
"Talked ta Merle today. Still facin' 6 months." telling her while tapping his fingers on the tiny table.
"That sucks. At least he isn't facing more for assault thought." Jameson said, turning back to face him. Daryl nodded and chewed on his lip before asking, "How long's your brother got?"
He watched her gnaw on her lip aggressively.
Clearing her throat Jameson said, "He uh probably won't be getting out."
Daryl's eyes widened having not expected that response. It did explain her anxiety when talking about him. "Oh," he said.
'Genius. 'Oh' is all ya can think of?' Daryl berated himself, biting his cheek.
"Ya," she said, clearing her throat again. Transferring the sandwiches to plates Jameson sat down with him at the table. He watched her fidget with her plate and didn't ask anything else to pressure her to talk. Daryl didn't want to upset her anymore than he had already.
"Merle said ta give ya a sloppy kiss." He said trying to lighten the mood. Jameson snorted loudly. "Gross. I'd rather eat roadkill than kiss that bastard." She said with a smirk, biting into her sandwich.
Daryl barked out a loud laugh. "Good ta hear. I'll tell 'im that next time I talk to 'im. He'll like it. I think he likes arguin' with ya. Pro'bly the only person 'sides me that has the balls ta do it." He said chuckling while taking a bite. Jameson smirked.
"Has he always been loud bastard?" she asked wiping her mouth with a paper towel.
"Yep," Daryl said chewing slowly. Jameson nodded and asked, "You always the quiet one?"
"Yep," he said and then smirked. Jameson squinted at him and said, "Coulda fooled me. You're always a Chatty Cathy with me."
Daryl shrugged with smirk, taking his plate to the sink and washing it. Placing it in the dish rack he held his hand out for her empty plate. With a smile Jameson handed it over. "You don't have to do that. You're the guest." Jameson commented, pulling both her feet on the chair, wrapping her arms around her legs. She pulled her cigarettes out of her purse and offered him one. He said, "I'll take a drag or two."
Jameson raised an eyebrow and joked, "What makes ya think I'll share?"
"Cuz you're my girl remember. Ya gotta share." He said matter-of-factly.
Jameson nodded and said, "Fair enough." Smirking and lighting her smoke. Daryl hid his smile by turning back to the sink and washing her dish. When he sat back down he took the cig offered, inhaling deeply. They sat silently smoking.
"Ya wanna watch a movie or something?" she asked, laying her chin on her knees. Daryl couldn't believe how small she looked all curled up like that. His mind flooded with dirty images of how he could take advantage of being able to carry her almost effortlessly.
"Sure, gonna use your bathroom first." Daryl said, taking his bag into bathroom, using it and changing into a pair of sweatpants.
When he came out Jameson was sitting in front of the Tv looking through her dvds. Wandering over he sat down next to her as she handed him a bunch of movies to look through. While biting her nail she asked, "See anythin' you wanna watch?"
"Mmmm, how 'bout Anchorman?" Daryl asked, chewing on his lip. He had seen that one while staying at a friend's trailer. Merle had gone off to buy some meth and Daryl wanted to avoid the situation at all costs. Their friend had a tiny portable dvd player that Daryl used to watch movies that afternoon.
"Sounds good," Jameson said, popping it into the player. Daryl stood up and helped her up. After getting to her feet she wrapped her arms around him, tilting her head up. With a smirk he bent down to kiss her. They kissed leisurely, his hands stroking up and down her back. Daryl reveled in the softness of her tiny body and the fact that his arms could practically circle her twice over.
"You're so fuckin tiny," he murmured against her lips. Jameson laughed and said, "Don' make fun of my disability. Short people have feelings too."
Daryl laughed gruffly and kissed her forehead. His hand travelled up her back and dug into her hair. Cupping the back of her head he tilted her head to the side, kissing deeply. The movie was playing in the background but they were focused on tasting each other.
"We don' have ta watch a movie," he whispered while kissing his way across her jaw.
"Oh ya?" she sighed as he sucked the soft skin behind her ear, her nails dug into his biceps. "Yep," he said and added, "We could jus' do this all night."
Jameson pulled back and said, "What kinda girl do you think I am?" Daryl could tell she was trying to pull off an offended expression but her resolve cracked and she laughed. Daryl scowled at her but his lips were twitching. Grabbing his hand and pulling him to the couch Jameson demanded, "Sit down Dixon."
Daryl wanted to pout but stopped when instead of sitting next to him she climb into his lap. Straddling him and pressing herself completely flush against his body. He growled and grabbed her waist. Rolling her hips Daryl threw his head back against the sofa because he could feel her heat through both layers of cotton. Raising his head he looked at her biting her lip. "Been thinkin' 'bout ya all day." He said quietly, his thumbs stroking her hips. Jameson smiled at him and leaned forward, taking his bottom lip and sucking. Daryl groaned and thrust upwards, rubbing against her heat.
"Thought 'bout you all day too," she whisper against his lips. "Thought about your hands on me, your mouth and tongue….your cock." Daryl felt his heart jump and his cock swell. He didn't know why her talking dirty was surprising because she had a filthy mouth but her saying the word cock was sexy as fuck.
"Fuckkkk," he hissed, rolling his hips against her. Daryl wrapped his arms around her and stood up. Jameson wrapped her legs around his waist and laid her arms on his shoulders as he walked them to her bedroom.
"Ya like my cock?" he asked in a deep voice, nipping her neck. Jameson nodded and hummed, licking the edge of his ear, his hands squeezing her harder at the sensation. Walking to the bed Daryl held her tight as he crawled onto the bed. He braced his weight off her and lay between her legs. Jameson thrust upwards, rubbing herself against the straining cotton. Daryl hissed at the contact becoming painfully hard.
"Gonna make me cum in pants if ya keep doin' that darlin'" he murmured, pulling the strap of her shirt down. She pushed on his shoulder, signaling him to roll off her. Daryl rolled to his back and watched her carefully as she stood up.
Jameson couldn't believe how fucking sexy he was. Especially when he said dirty, sexy things in her ear and his hot breath breezed over her cheek. She stood in front of him as he lay on her bed, propped up on an elbow. Pulling off her t-shirt and tossed it on the ground, Jameson then peeled off her yoga pants and underwear. Standing there completely naked she raised an eyebrow at him. Daryl's eyes were piercing into hers and she could feel his graze burn a trail down her body. Jameson pulled the hair tie out of her hair, letting her auburn hair fall over her shoulders. Daryl growled and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to the bed. She squeaked and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. His hands gripped her hips for a moment before smoothing over her stomach and ribs. Jameson squirmed on him as he stroked her.
"You're so fuckin' sexy," he groaned, his hips thrust off the mattress.
"So are you," Jameson said leaning down and kissing him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and twirling with his. Daryl's large palms slid from her ribs to her ass, kneading her flesh and maneuvering her to rub against his hard cock. They ground against each other until Jameson pulled away. "Take off your fuckin' clothes Dixon," she moaned and rolled off of him.
Daryl lifted his hips and pushed his pants and boxers off. Jameson grabbed his t-shirt and yanked it off. He grabbed her and growled, "Get back up 'er."
Jameson straddled his waist again , feeling his hot flesh against hers. Moaning loudly and rolling her hips against him, her slick flesh sliding against his swollen head. They both gasped and moaned at the sensation.
"Fuck darlin'. Ya always that wet?" Daryl asked as he rubbed against her clit. Jameson groaned and pushed herself against him harder. "Jus' with you," she whispered, kissing his neck, trailing her tongue. His skin tasted like sweat and honey. Daryl moaned when he felt her wet hot tongue tracing his adams apple. His hand went to jaw, griping it firmly but gently he pulled her face to kiss it deeply. Daryl sucked on her bottom lip, biting and licking it. Jameson couldn't take it she needed to touch him more. Lifing herself up slightly she reached down and grasped his cock firmly. Her fist worked him up and down, then she stroked her palm over his wet tip. Daryl twitched in her hand as he grabbed her ass, growling loudly.
"Fuck James….I … gotta… now." He mumbled, thrust into her hand. Jameson smiled, let go and reached over to her bedside table. Grabbing a condom she ripped it open and stroked him again before rolling it on. She crawled over him and slid him between her lips. Daryl threw his head back, his muscle strained. Jameson rose slightly and positioned him at her entrance and slid down. Daryl slowly thrust upwards as she sank onto his lap. Once she was seated she rolled her hips, adjusting to his size, both groaning. Placing her hands on his knees she arched her body back while rotating her hips. Daryl stroked his hands up her body, his thumbs circling her nipples before pinching and twisting them. Jameson moaned and rolled her hips more aggressively. Daryl moved his hands to her neck and pulled her down to his mouth. They kissed hard, bruising each other's lips. Placing his feet flat on the bed he thrust deeper and faster. Jameson ground against him but it wasn't enough for Daryl. He flipped them over, pulling Jameson's legs to forearms. With her legs spread wide, he stroked her hard and deep. Jameson's mouth dropped opened as she felt her orgasm roll through, her walls spasming and clenching against Daryl's dick. She gasped out a breathy moan and dug her nails into Daryl's shoulders as he growled, "That's it darlin' Fuck. Cum for me."
Jameson was panting and feeling dizzy, the aftershocks from her orgasm causing tremors. Daryl slid her legs off his arms and lowered himself, their chest now touching. He pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist as he rocked his hips into her. Moving slowly but deep he was rubbed hard against her clit.
"Fuck, Dare. I…so good." Jameson murmured, "I'm. gonna."
"Cum for me….now." Daryl groaned, sucking on her shoulder. He thrust hard and deep causing her to come instantly. Body arching off the bed, her hands grabbed his waist and her face screwed up. Jameson stopped breathing completely as her vision went spotty.
Daryl groaned and rolling his hips twice before his body seized up. Jameson watched his jaw clench and his neck muscles stretched as he arched up. Feeling him swell inside her and then spasm. They rocked into each other for a few moments. Jameson's heart was racing and she couldn't catch her breath.
"Fuckin' Christ." Jameson moaned, wiping sweat off her forehead. She felt Daryl's chest rumble with laughter.
"Name's Daryl but I guess I'll answer ta Christ." He said, sitting up to look at her. Jameson rolled her eyes and raised her head to kiss him. His hand wove into her hair, cupping the back of her head to hold her up. They kissed slow and sweetly. Daryl laid his forehead against hers as they stopped kissing, his breath fanning over her face. He looked at her for what seemed like hours, his thumb stroking her cheek. Jameson couldn't stop looking at him, her eyes jumped around to trace the curve of his lips and the edge of his jaw. His blue eyes were dancing over her face observing her closely. Usually Jameson would've been self-conscious but it felt comfortably intimate.
"You're beautiful," he said quietly but confidently. Jameson's cheeks burned and she looked down. "Hey, lookit me," Daryl whispered
Jameson moved her eyes back to his and smiled shyly. "Not used to compliments." She told him, biting her lip. Daryl smiled, coming forward to kiss her softly.
"Get used ta it," he mumbled against her lips.
Daryl rolled off her and got up to use the restroom. When he came back he crawled into bed and lay on his side facing Jameson, stroking the hair off her forehead. Jameson hummed and scooted closer to him, placing her face against his chest. Daryl wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his face into her hair.
"Want ya ta work at the bakery full time. Like ya smelling like cupcakes." He said, his lips brushing against her hair. Jameson laughed and turned her head up to see his face.
"I shoulda showered M'sorry. Prob'ly smell like booze," she said, kissing Daryl's fuzzy chin.
"Nah, just sayin' I like the cupcake smell better," Daryl said with a smirk.
They both laid there quietly for a few minutes, Jameson stroking his chest hair and Daryl stroking the tattoo on her hip and ribs. Jameson was dozing off when Daryl asked, "Did this hurt?"
Opening her eyes Jameson looked down to see what he was referring too. He was tracing the tattoo along her ribs. Jameson let a relieved breath out that he wasn't talking about the scar on her back.
She cleared her throat and replied, "The rib part hurt like a bitch. The hip was easier. More fat and muscle underneath."
Daryl nodded and stroked her, his hand moving to her back, his hand travelled up and reached the spot between her shoulder blades. Jameson cringed because she knew what he was going to find there. His fingers traced along the jagged scar that cut through her pale skin.
Daryl pulled back and looked down at her with a frown. "What's that," he asked while trying to get her to roll onto her stomach to see what he was feeling. Jameson pushed on his chest to keep him from rolling her.
"Don't. Its nothing." She said, scooting away to keep him from touching it. Daryl squinted at her for a moment while chewing on his lip. Jameson squeezed her eyes shut to block out his concerned expression and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly trying to focus her thoughts. When she opened her eyes he was still looking at her but it was an expression she couldn't pinpoint.
Daryl watched her struggle to find the words. He could tell she was finding some way to talk about what he felt on her back. Daryl knew it was a scar, the skin was hard and knotted. It was similar to his but hers was jagged and it felt like it had been very deep injury.
"It's a scar from a cut," she said averting her eyes to the bed. She traced the pattern on the sheets while she continued," My dads place had a huge mirrored wall." Jameson stopped again and cleared her throat.
Daryl placed his hand on top of hers. She looked up and bit her lip. "He, um pushed me into it. It broke 'n I got cut." Daryl nodded and bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood. He wanted to growl and punch something but knew he needed to let her talk. Daryl told himself not to freak out.
"I'm sure ya figure out by meeting him that he's a bastard. He went to jail because of me getting hurt and it's why I have that court order." Jameson explained looking at their hands instead of at him.
"He do that type of shit a lot?" he asked. Jameson looked up and bit her lip while nodding.
"Only reason he got arrested that times was because I had to go to the hospital. It was bad, almost bled out." She told him, rubbing her thumb along his hand. Daryl clenched his jaw and took a deep breath.
Jameson looked back up at him and watched him struggle to stay calm. Daryl cleared his throat and asked, "How long ago was that?"
"It happened 6 years ago," Jameson replied.
"He was in prison that long?" Daryl asked, surprised that they held him that long.
"He was charged with second degree attempted murder." she said quietly.
Daryl looked at her shocked for a moment. He figured it would be an assault but more must have happened to warrant the charge.
"The other stuff he did as bad?" he asked but wasn't sure if he wanted to know. Jameson shrugged and said, "Depends on your definition of bad I guess. Had broken bones and stuff but it was the only time he almost killed me."
Daryl nodded and let a breath out. "How old were ya? I don't even know you age…is that bad?" he chuckled.
"Nah, I don't know yours either. I'm 27. I'll be 28 in a month. I was 21 when it happened." Jameson replied and then asked, "You?"
"I'm 37. I'm too old for you," Daryl said with a smile.
"It's ok gramps. I'm into old dudes." Jameson said with a smirk. Daryl rolled his eyes and then asked, "Can I see it?" He wouldn't pressure because he didn't really want to show his back either. Jameson chewed her lip and shrugged a shoulder. "I guess. It's fuckin' ugly though." She muttered, rolling over.
Daryl leaned up on his elbow to get a good look at it. It stretched from her right shoulder blade and cut a jagged line diagonally across her back to below the left shoulder blade.
"Had ta hurt healin'. Arms would stretched at it." He muttered, his finger tracing it slowly. Jameson shivered as ran his fingertips over it.
"Sorry," he said, pulling his hand away. Jameson mumbled, "It's fine."
They laid quietly, Daryl looking at her back. He could see smaller scars on her lower back and much lighter one on the back of her thighs.
"The other ones from the same time?" He asked, stroking his hand over her lower back, feeling the smaller raised scar tissue. Feeling unsure as to how he missed them the night before.
Jameson answered him quietly, "Some of them." Daryl looked at her peeking at him from behind the hair that had fallen in front of her face.
"What are the others from?" Daryl asked her his heart aching.
"Whatever he had layin' around when he pissed and drunk; wire hangers, extension cords, belts. Once the rabbit ears from a fuckin tv antenna." Jameson told him flatly. Daryl glared at the ceiling. Carol had been right. Their father's could have been drinking buddies. They could have shared parenting tips. He looked back at her and nodded.
"Gonna show ya somethin' that I don' show anyone." Daryl said chewing on his cheek. Deciding he would show her his back because it was possibly the only way to get Jameson to understand that he wasn't going to judge her.
Watching him while he sat up and turn around. He faced the wall and waited for her to react when he felt her shift behind him and kneel. She touched his back but not directly on the scars. He sighed because Jameson didn't try to touch them right away. She let him get used to the contact before she stroked her hand over them. Daryl still flinched but it was less upsetting.
"Your dad?" she asked as she moved closer. Daryl grunted in response and nodded once. Jameson placed a kiss on the center of his back; rest the side of her face against his warm skin. Her arms moved around his stomach and hugged him from behind. Daryl closed his eyes and soaked up the affection. Thankful that he didn't have to explain anything at all, that all he had to do was show her and say it was his dad. Jameson didn't need an explanation because she had first hand experience.
"Aren't we a great pair," Jameson muttered against his back. With a gruff chuckle Daryl turned around to face her. He pulled her to lie down again, facing each other. His hand cupped her face and his lips kissed her gently. After pulling back, his eyes scanned her face looking for distress.
"Thank you for showing me," Jameson whispered her hand stroking his chest.
Nodding his head he told her, "You too."
Laying there for a while, Jameson's eyes started closing. Daryl pulled her towards him and rolled to his back. He tucked her against him, her head resting on his shoulder.
'Fuckin perfect fit,' he thought as she curled into him. It was the most comfortable he'd felt being close to another person before. Jameson hummed and mumbled, "G'night Dare." He smiled and kissed her head, "Night darlin'."
Ok so we know a little more about Jameson background. Soon we will find out the other skeleton in her closet! Hope the smut is dirty yet no too dirty. Thank you for reading, flow/fav and reviewing.