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Jameson quietly snuck out of bed without waking Daryl to get ready for work. Searching the kitchen junk drawer she found a spare key that Johnnie used to use. Placing it on top of his vest directly between the embroidered wings she wrote a quick note saying,
"Now you can stay over whenever you want. ~ Your girl "
Smiling widely and with blushing cheeks she snuck back into the bedroom to kiss him goodbye. The light from the hall was shining into the room enough for Jameson to see Daryl's peaceful face. He looked ten year younger, his eyebrows no longer furrowed and his scowl no longer present.
Leaning over the bed Jameson placed her lips gently against his temple, inhaling his scent while letting her eyes slide shut. Daryl was intoxicating, his masculine scent of earth, leather and cigarette smoke. Three scents Jameson never knew were so appealing. It made her mouth water. Pulling back she looked down and saw his eyes barely open but fully aware, a corner of his mouthed curled up.
"Sorry." She whispered, biting her lip.
"Don' be. Like tah wake up like that all the time." He said, his voice gravelly from sleep. Jameson's breath hitched at the deep grumble.
'Holy fuckhot sex voice Batman,' she thought inwardly.
Jameson couldn't speak at first, swallowing loudly she barely breathed out, "Wouldn't mind that at all either." She looked at him through her lashes, feeling embarrassed at the admission.
Daryl reached up and tilted her face up to see her deep green eyes.
"C'mere sweet girl." He whispered, pulling her towards him. Jameson leaned down, her arms framing his face, her neck stretching down to kiss him. Their mouths met passionately, soft tongues exploring. Moaning loudly Jameson moved a hand to Daryl neck, her fingers curling to grip the long hair at the base of his neck. Daryl groaned deeply when she pulled firmly on the locks. "Gotta go Dare." She mumbled against his lips. He growled,"Shoulda called in, ya feel feverish." A boyish smirk slid onto his face.
Jameson laughed, "You're a terrible influence!"
Daryl huffed, "Don know what you're on 'bout. Just lookin' out for my girl. Ya Burnin up."
Jameson narrowed her eyes at him and smirked. "Riiiiight. Well as tempting as that is I gotta go. Lock up when you leave."
"K. Be safe, look out for your pa." he told her stroking her cheek one last time.
Jameson nodded and leaned forward giving him a chaste kiss and left, waving slightly at the bedroom door.
Driving quickly to the bakery Jameson was late to work for the first time since getting hired. She apologized profusely which Lori shooed off stating, "Everyone deserves a snooze alarm day."
Daryl lay in Jameson's bed wide-awake after she left. Jameson kissing his temple was such a tender gesture it made his chest warm. She wasn't kissing him in a sexual way. It wasn't being done for any reason other than pure affection. He hadn't ever felt that with anyone before. It made his whole body break out in pins and needles. The need to kiss her, squeeze her and fuck her was intense.
He knew what Merle would say about these revelations but it didn't make them any less true. Daryl had fallen hard for the interesting, complicated and beautiful girl. Rolling over to his side he nuzzled into her pillow, breathing in her sweet scent. It brought back images of her naked below him, her breathy moans and the feel of her wet flesh. Daryl groaned as he got hard thinking about her while smelling her all around him. Squeezing his eyes shut he tried to will it away but it was unrelenting. His hand travelled down and he palmed himself, growling loudly at the throbbing he experienced. Part of Daryl felt like a creep touching himself in her bed while she was gone but the majority of him was only thinking about how good it felt. The combination of her scent and being surrounded by her things made the sensations magnified. His large palm stroked up and rolled over the top of his hard-on, gathering moisture. Sliding back down Daryl groaned at the feel of his hand sliding easily against his cock. Closing his eyes he pictured Jameson above him, straddling his waist while grinding her tight body on his. Memories of the feeling of her hard nipples on his palms and the sound of his name rolling off her tongue flooded his mind. Daryl's breaths were coming in short pants and a light sweat gathered on his forehead. The rhythmic pumping of his strong hand in tune with his racing heart. Grunting at the spikes in pleasure when he turned his head, her scent invading his senses.
"Fuck Darlin'" Daryl groaned, visions of Jameson flashing behind his closed eyes.
The thrumming against his ribs quickened as he felt a deep pull in his groin, his orgasm crashing over him. Tightening his grip Daryl stroked his dick as it pulsed out his seed on his stomach. The rush of blood pumping filled his ears as he took in ragged breaths. Daryl lay there blinking the bright spots out of his eyes and gathering his breath. After a few moments he grabbed his wife beater off the ground and cleaned himself up. Collapsing back he closed his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.
"Sooooo. How's Daryl?" Lori asked her eyes alight with curiosity.
Jameson couldn't help the smile that slid onto her face. Just his name was enough to make her smile.
"Ummmm. Good." She said her cheeks heating as she avoided Lori's eye contact.
"Oh come gimme more than that." Lori exclaimed her hand scooping out flour for the bread mixes.
"Well. We're like together." Jameson responded as she poured cupcake mix into the muffin tins.
Lori chuckled and said, "Duh. What else? He seems all gruff, is it just a show?"
Rolling her eyes Jameson shrugged a shoulder. "He's gruff but also….. a gentleman and sweet. I think…" she paused and shrugged again. "Nothin. He's great."
"You think what?" Lori asked her head tilted to the side looking slightly worried.
"I think that he really likes me." Jameson said slowly and then added, "I really like him."
Lorie smiled softly at the young woman. "That's great Jameson. I'm happy for you." They worked quietly for a while when Lori mentioned Jameson's father. "Rick told me about your pa being back."
Jameson nodded chewing her lip, "I forgot to tell him that he was waiting for me behind the bar the other night."
Lori looked horrified. "Jameson ya gotta tell him. Call him right now!" she practically shouted. She walked away and pulled out her cellphone.
"Lori, its not an emergency. I'll call him later. I was just busy and forgot. Daryl was there and nothing happened other than Frank being his usual pleasant self." Jameson said washing he hands.
Lori nodded but called Rick anyways. "Rick, no nothin's wrong its just Jameson just told me Frank was waiting for her the other night behind the bar….. Yeah well she said she forgot to call you… Daryl was there but… I will. Thanks hun. Love ya too."
Jameson listened to Lori's side of the conversation and waited for more motherly scolding.
"Jameson he's going to come by before ya leave today. Please hun don't let your pa get away with approaching ya. He can't keep doin' whatever the hell he wants. If he sees ya being complacent about the order he's gonna take advantage." Lori explained which made Jameson duck her head ashamed for not call Rick right away.
"Ok. M'sorry. It's just…. Frank told Daryl stuff and then I had to talk about it to him. Then the other guy showed up, Johnnie sent him to watch me and I got distracted by….. stuff." She said blushing when she realized what she got distracted by. It featured Daryl and a couch.
Lori smirked at her and said, "Oh really….. what was this stuff you speak of?"
Jameson felt like her head was going to burst into flames by how warm her cheeks were and she shook her head. Lori chuckled and spared her any more embarrassment. "I'm happy for ya Jameson. Just be safe about your Pa. Ok?"
Jameson nodded and smiled, "I will. Sorry to worry everybody. I hate being a burden."
"Ya ain't a burden. You're like a daughter to me and Rick." She said smiling.
"Lori your'e not that much older than me." She said smirking.
"Well whatever. Fine my sister but you know what I mean. Rick and I care for ya and we want to keep ya safe. How about ya and Daryl come over for dinner sometime?" Lori said pulling out more butter for the turnovers.
"Sure. I'll ask him, see if he's ok with it. Prob'ly will. He's going with me to meet Johnnie on Wed. Is it still ok that I have the day off?" Jameson asked, as she turned on the mixer to whip the cupcake frosting.
"Of course and I think that's great he's going. He's a keeper." She smiled at her then came over giving Jameson a tight hug. "Really am happy for ya James."
They got back to work and once they opened the shop the time flew by. Lori had a huge order for a baby shower and had two calls about wedding cakes. Jameson was manning the front counter when Rick strolled in.
"Hey Jameson. Lori told me 'bout Frank waiting for ya. When was it?" he asked leaning against the counter with his notepad out.
"Night before last. He was outback when Daryl and I came out. He talked shit and threw a bottle. When he got close Daryl stepped in and got him to back down. Then we went home." She told him as she restocked a tray of bagels.
Rick nodded along and wrote down the details. "You wanna make an official report? If ya keep letting it slid he's never gonna take the order seriously."
Jameson sighed and rubbed her forehead, a headache forming behind her eyes. "I guess I just don't want to piss him off more…. I am scared it'll get worse if I speak up."
Rick smiled sadly at her. "I know but ya gotta. If it gets worse then he goes back to jail. If ya let him keep approaching ya he's gonna do something bad. If ya keep making reports of him failing to follow a court order they'll revoke his parole." Jameson nodded and chewed her lip. She remembered what happen when she did speak up as a kid. No one ever did anything to help and when Frank found out it was always worse than before.
"Ok. What do I have to do?" she asked, her hands twist the towel hanging on her apron.
"Stop by my office after you leave work. I will write up an official report and I will visit with him." He said patting her on the shoulder. "It'll be ok Jameson. We will get this worked out."
"Ok. Thanks Rick." She replied quietly, looking up to see another customer walk in. Smiling she left Rick to help the customer while Rick wandered in the back to see Lori.
When Daryl woke to leave for work he made his way into the living room to grab his vest and head out. Reaching out he picked up the note and key, a smirk on his face. The note saying he could stay over whenever he wanted and signed by his girl.
'Your Girl' he mouthed the words enjoying how it felt to even think the words. Feeling his heart swell at the two words while he rubbed the key between his thumb and forefinger. Smiling he took his phone out to send her a text before he left for work.
"Thx for the key. Gonna use it 2night to see my girl. " ~ Daryl
Riding into work he walked into the small auto shop. "Hey." He greeted Jim who was checking over the schedule for the day.
"Hiya Daryl. Have a good weekend?" Jim asked looking up at the younger man.
"Yeah. Campin' go good?" he inquired, pulling out the tools he'd need for the first car.
Jim smiled and nodded, "Yeah. Did some fishin'. Kids had fun runnin' 'round."
They watched the first customers pull in and Daryl turned towards Jim remembering his promise to Jameson. "Hey Jim I know I just started but could I take Wednesday off? Jameson wants me to go with her for something." Daryl didn't know how much Jim knew about her and didn't want her to be embarrassed about visiting her brother.
"Oh yeah no problem. Anything wrong?" Jim asked and then added, "It her brother?"
Figuring he must know he shrugged, "Nothin wrong just visitation day. Wants company." He didn't want it to seem like a big deal but knew him going may actually be significant. Daryl wasn't sure if she ever brought anyone with her for such visits.
"You're meetin' Johnnie? That's… I didn't know ya two were so serious." Jim said leaning against the bay doorframe.
"Not serious. Just started seein' each other why?" curious what the man might say about Jameson.
"Jameson's a private person. The fact ya know 'bout him alone is a big deal. She trusts ya to bring ya to meet him. She tell ya bout him at all?" the old man asked.
Daryl wrinkled his brow and said, "Tol' me why he's there and stuff. Why? Should I be nervous?"
Jim scoffed a little. "Most would be pretty nervous to go meet a drug dealing guy in the slammer for manslaughter and up on charges for murder. Jameson doesn't say much 'bout it but I knew Johnnie before he got deep into drugs. He was a good kid, took care of his sister. I know he always took the heat off her from their dad. I knew their dad too. Went to school with him. Guy was always a bastard. Should never of had kids but now we have Jameson. She a good girl." Jim said as he pulled out some paperwork. He continued after a moment.
"Remember seein' them kids walkin into town once. It was winter and they had barely any clothes to keep 'em warm. I stopped to give 'em a ride and Jameson stood behind Johnnie, scare to death. When she peeked her head out she had a huge black eye. I went straight to the Sherriff. Guy was a friend with Frank. Told me it wasn't my business." Jim shook his head at the memory. "Should done more 'bout it. Look on that little girls face used to wake me up at night. Every time I see her now I want to apologize to her. "
Daryl stood there chewing on his cheek thinking about Jameson as a kid with bruises on her from her old man. It made him furious. He was pissed people knew she was getting hurt and that no one did anything. The fact that the Sherriff knew they were getting abused and let it happen was nauseating.
"That Sherriff still in town?" he asked curious if he could kick the guys ass without getting arrested.
"Nah he died in a car wreck few years back. Good riddance. Dirty cop if I ever saw one. Rick has been a godsend for this town. Good man." Jim told Daryl as he waved the first car into the repair bay.
"Hey Dale. Ol' truck givin ya trouble?" Jim said walking out to Dale. Daryl started on the car and let his mind wander. He thought about how Jameson had such a similar childhood as he did. It made him sick to think about it. Everyone knew that Merle and him were getting hurt at home. They saw how dirty and starved they were and no one did anything. He doesn't know how anyone could see a kid in that shape and let it go. The fact that Jameson, a little girl, was left to suffer in that condition pissed him off. People in town seemed to like her but they still didn't do enough to stop it.
Around noon he saw Rick drive up in his cruiser. Stepping out of the shop he wiped his greasy hands on an old red rag. He met Rick by the front of the cruiser.
"Hey Daryl, can I have a minute?" the deputy asked his hands on his hips.
Daryl grunted in response nodded for him to go on.
"Just talked to Jameson. She told me about the other night, Frank waitin' for her behind the bar. Said ya were there." Rick explained while scratching his whiskered covered face.
Daryl nodded and felt his fists tighten as he thought about the evening. "Yeah. Talked shit and threw a bottle at the wall next to 'er." Rick narrowed his eyes and said in a rough voice "How close did it come to hittin' 'er?"
Daryl shrugged, "Too close. I informed him that it'd be in his bes' interest to not come near her again."
Rick smirked, "Ya say it nicely or should I expect a call about ya getting' outta hand?"
"I was nice enough. He's still breathin'' Daryl grunted and looked away. "Bastards gonna keep fuckin' with 'er. He expected 'er to be alone that night. Guarantee he was gonna hurt 'er."
Rick nodded, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. "Well she's gonna stop at the station and file an official report. Are ya gonna stick close to her for awhile?"
" 'course. She ain't gonna be alone 'til the fuck is back in prison. Her brother sent a friend to help watch also. Names Abraham, huge redhead, ex military." Daryl told the deputy.
Rick's eyebrows shot up. "Really. She didn't tell me that. He watchin' her or Frank?"
"Both I think." Daryl responded looking back at the shop and seeing Jim searching for him. "Gotta get back. Thanks for getting' her to report it. Was afraid she'd keep ignorin' the issue."
Rick chuckled and said, "Yeah had to talk her into it. Only reason I found out was Lori called me. I'll make sure she taken care of. Thanks for lookin' out for her."
Daryl grunted looking away embarrassed at the gratitude. "S'nothin'. She deserves to be taken care of." Rick nodded, smiling at the gruff redneck. He clapped Daryl on the back, "Thanks all the same. I'll let ya know if anythin' happens 'n you give me a call if he shows up."
They parted ways and Daryl got back to work. He looked at his phone as saw he got a text message from Jameson.
"Can't wait to see my man tonight." ~Jameson
Smirking at the screen he typed back.
"Be home at 6." ~Daryl
After he sent it he realized he said home, as if her apartment was his place too. It made him cringe slightly and then realized that it felt right. He hoped he wasn't pressuring her or making her feel overwhelmed. It wasn't like he was going to move in without her asking but calling it home seemed natural. Daryl stood there dreading what she might respond with but when no message came right away he got back to work, figuring she was speaking to Rick already.
Jameson sat in the lobby of the Sheriffs office waiting to speak to Rick. She looked at the message that just came from Daryl. 'Home'. He had called her apartment home. It made her heart skip and her eyes widened. The thought of him living with her gave her pause. Would she want him to live with her? On one hand it would be nice to fall asleep with him and wake up to him every morning. On the other hand she would be scared he was only doing it because of Frank. Maybe he would leave once Frank had fucked up enough to go back to jail. That thought made her chew her lip in worry.
'Can't want to move in so fast. Ya just started datin'. Prob'ly just wantin' to keep ya from getting' hurt.' She told herself.
"Hey Jameson," Rick interrupted her thoughts when he strolled into the building. "Sorry I'm late was just talking to Daryl 'bout the other night. Come back to my office."
Jameson smiled and followed him to the back of the station. "No problem."
Once in the tiny office Rick took his seat and asked, "Ya need anythin' to drink, water or coffee?"
"Nah I'm fine Rick, thanks though." She sat down dropping her bag on the ground. They got to work on filing an official report and once everything was filled out and signed Jameson stood to leave.
"Hey Jameson. I just….. I wanted to say if ya need anything at all call me. I don' want ya to be afraid to call in these complaints. Lori told me ya were afraid it'd get worse?" Rick said ending with a question.
"I…. it always got worse when I told people.. before he went to jail." She said quietly looking anywhere but him. "The old sheriff didn't believe me or didn't care. I know you're not him. I know ya'd help. I just…. Old habits I guess."
Rick stood up and put his hand on her shoulder. "Don' hesitate to call. I'll do everything I can to protect ya from him. As will Daryl. Don' be afraid of askin' for help."
Jameson smiled and nodded, looking at her feet. "Thanks Rick. 'preciate it."
Leaving the station Jameson made her way home. She saw Abraham's truck following her and then parking in front of her apartment building. She gave him a slight wave and made her way upstairs. Jameson wasn't exactly comfortable having the man follow her around but she did feel like it'd keep Frank from getting near her again. She hoped her dad would do something stupid to get himself arrested again. The fact that he roamed the streets near her and could show up at any time was nerve wracking. She knew it was just a matter of time but it couldn't happen fast enough for her.
Once inside her place she changed into comfy clothing. She noticed that Daryl had made her bed and it made her smile widely. Sitting down she picked up his pillow and inhaled his masculine scent. Moaning quietly she hugged it to her chest. She felt silly but for some reason it made her feel safe and relaxed. It was like a drug. It made her body lose its tension and caused her eyes to feel heavy. Laying down she told herself she'd take a short nap. Hugging the pillow to her body she let her eyes slip shut while smiling at the memory of Daryl and her in the kitchen after he asked her to be his girl, him kissing her and growling in her ear. The word made her heart swell and her stomach to clench with arousal. She hoped he would growl it sometime while he was inside her knowing it could probably make her cum just hearing it.
'Mine.'
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