Sorry for the wait! I've been dealing with some writers block!
This chapter contains adult content :)
Daryl was on his way 'home'. Well Jameson's place but it was beginning to feel like home. He grabbed some more clothes at his small apartment above the auto shop and headed out. Pulling up he noticed Abraham was sitting in his truck drinking a coffee; Daryl tipped his chin to him as he passed. Daryl slipped his new house key into the lock and paused before turning the knob. It felt slightly odd to just walk in without knocking but he took a breath and tried to make his face less 'nervous as fuck.'
Once in he saw all the lights out. Daryl began to worry she wasn't home but remembered Red was outside and knew she had to be home. Setting his bag down he made his way into her bedroom and was about to knock on the doorframe but saw a lump in the center of the bed. Smirking he realized she had taken a nap after work. Daryl slid his boots off and crawled into bed spooning her. He felt her breathing change and her body jump at the sudden person in her bed.
"Jus' me." He said quietly, his lips kissing her neck. Jameson hummed at the feeling of his lips on her soft skin and relaxed back into his chest. Daryl inhaled deeply and smelled cupcakes and cigarettes.
"Fuck ya smell like frosting again." He groaned while nuzzling his face into her hair.
Jameson shook with laughter and rolled over to face him. She looked up with sleepy eyes and kissed him gently.
"Hey," he said feeling struck dumb when seeing her pretty face. 'How is this beautiful girl yours?' he asked himself.
"How was your day dear?" she asked with a smirk. Daryl ducked his chin to hide his grin. It felt amazing to come home to this girl.
"It was good, what's for dinner?" he asked with a challenging eyebrow raised.
Jameson snorted and said, "How about pizza? I still need to get to the grocery store."
Daryl nodded and leaned forward, kissing her on the forehead. "Sounds good."
Jameson tried to roll out of bed but Daryl clamped an arm around her waist, pulling her on top of him. Jameson giggled at the sudden maneuver. Daryl chuckled and told her, "Somethin' funny?"
Jameson smiled and shook her head. Leaning down she kissed him and ground her hips against his. Groaning loudly his gripped her hips while thrust upwards. They made out until breathless. Jameson pulled back and in a lust filled voice said, "Want food now or maybe a little later?" Daryl lips twitched, "Ya got somethin' else in mind?"
Jameson smirked and rolled her hips, pressing against his already uncomfortably hard cock. Hissing out Daryl let go of her hip he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to his mouth. Ravaging her with his tongue he growled, "Gonna get it girl."
"That's kinda what I was hoping." She moaned as his hand made it to her breast, massaging it. Jameson sat up and stripped off her t-shirt and rolled off him to remove her pants and underwear. Daryl stood up and ripped his clothes off quickly. He had pleasured himself in her bed earlier but wasn't satiated yet. Imagining her fucking him was a far cry from actually being inside her. He approached the bed slowly looking at her lying on her back completely naked. Her hair splayed out behind her, her eyes wide and bright, she was beautiful.
Crawling over her Daryl let his eyes roam the soft expanse of pale skin. The vibrant tattoos cover her ribs and hip. The flowers and skulls drifting down her body were sexy in a macabre way. Letting his fingertips trace the images slowly he looked at the detail of the large piece. It was soft and feminine in color like the one on her arm but instead of the pink and purple colors it was blues and greens. While stroking her, he overwhelmed with the need to taste her skin. Daryl placed wet kisses along her ribs while her body shivered. Goosebumps appeared in the wake of his mouth and tongue. Jameson moaned at the sensation and thrust up into his groin.
"Ya need somethin' darlin'?" he rasped, his control slipping. The need to bury himself deep inside her and never come out was stronger with every one of her moans. Every kiss and every roll of her hips hypnotized him.
She whined and rolled her hips off the mattress again. "Daryl stop teasin'. I want you. Thought about you all day."
Smiling he let his hand slid between her legs, his fingers dipping into her wet lips. She moaned loudly and pushed towards his hand, searching for friction.
"Please." Jameson gasped as his finger slipped inside her.
Growling Daryl removed his fingers and lowered himself between her legs, pushing them wide open and flat against the bed. Grabbing her hands he placed them on her knees. "Keep you legs open." his gravelly voice demanded. Gripping his hardon Daryl slide in over her swollen clit and down to her entrance. Slowly thrusting into her tight opening in shallow pumps. Jameson groaned and her legs started to lift, her hands drifting away from her legs. Daryl stopped and said roughly "Hold 'em down. Want ya wide open for me." Jameson shivered at his demand and grabbed her legs, completely open for him. Daryl held himself up so he could watch himself buried into Jameson. Pumping fast and hard he felt Jameson already poised to cum. Her neck was arched and her head thrown back. A gasping moan escaped between her pink lips and Daryl felt her tight pussy get even tighter. Growling he thrust hard and deep. His hips snapping against her while she moaned even louder. Her orgasm seemed to last longer the normal as he kept feeling her muscle clench in waves. Jameson eyes popped open as she came back to earth. Smiling she kept up with him, her pelvis rolling against his into a new angle.
"Oh god Dare." Jameson finger nails were digging into his shoulders. The pain sent tingles down his spine. Heat pooled in his groin making him feel his orgasm approaching. The roll of her hips was driving him crazy. The soft skin of her thighs brushing against his narrow waist, the light gasping breaths against his neck. She was all around him while he was buried deeply inside her.
Daryl felt the tip of his dick rubbing against the soft spot that drove her wild. Her wide eyes looked up at him and her mouth dropped open slightly. He expected a loud moan but she had lost her ability to breath as her next climax hit her. Daryl couldn't take it, her tight walls where gripping him like a vice and the wet heat surrounding him was just too much. Thrusting in as deep as he could, Daryl came hard and fast.
"Motheroffuck." He growled through clenched teeth while his pumping became less controlled turning into a rocking motion. His broad back shuddered with release.
His cock throbbed and pulsed as he emptied inside her. Losing the ability to breath and see, he gasped for air and slammed his eyes shut. Shivers of pleasure went up his spine and down his legs.
Jameson wrapped her legs around him, pulling him down on top of her
"Gonna crush ya." He rasped, his voice rough and low from growling.
"Like it." She breathed out, obviously struggling to breathe. Lifting himself slight off her chest he felt her suck in a deeper breath. Smirking he shook his head, "Almost suffocated ya."
"Pffft. Take more than a naked man on top of me to snuff me out." She joked and kissed his chin. Daryl felt an odd sense of anxiety at the statement. His mind went straight to her dad and he instantly wanted to hunt the fucker down for even trying to hurt her.
"Why'd he get attempted manslaughter? He pushed ya into the mirror, wouldn't it be assault?" he asked, rolling off her and leaning on his elbow. Looking down at her he saw her eyes shift away. Feeling his heart race a little at her avoidance, he realized there was more to the story.
"Ya don't gotta tell me if ya don't wanna, just curious." He told her feeling guilty for asking, especially right after being inside her.
"Nah it's…. not exactly pillow talk." She said with a smirk. Daryl shrugged and quirked an eyebrow. Jameson picked up his hand from her stomach and wove her fingers with hers. Clearing her throat she said flatly, "After he pushed me, I was on the ground bleeding, he kept kicking me and screaming. Once I blacked out I guess he thought I was dead, he left and went to the bar. When I woke up I realized I was in serious trouble. I was so fucking cold and tired. I saw how much blood there was and knew I needed to get to the hospital. We didn't have a phone and I couldn't afford a cell. It was night out and we didn't have any close neighbors. I crawled to my car and drove a few miles to the hospital. Practically drove through the ER door," she laughed dryly and shook her head. "Their faces when I fell out of the car…. they looked scared as shit. I knew it was bad but not how bad. They had to operate, fix the torn muscles and staple me up. I had about a hundred staples and some internal stiches on the muscles, couple broken ribs and a concussion. I was in the hospital for two weeks. They said since he saw I was bleeding to death and continued to kick me he knew what he was doing could kill me I guess. It was hard to follow but it came down to his intent to kill me."
Daryl's jaw was clenched, his teeth felt like they would be crushed under the pressure. He needed to beat the ever-loving shit out Frank. Jameson was looking at him expectantly but he was at a loss for words. Narrowing his eyes and looking away for a moment he sighed, "I hope he fucks up so I can beat the shit out of him."
Jameson smirked, "I prefer he go to prison not you."
Daryl snorted and said, "Pffft. Pretty sure Abraham and I can make him disappear."
Nodding she shrugged a shoulder. "I'd also prefer you not be a murderer."
Chuckling Daryl said, "I guess that's prob'ly on some top ten things your man shouldn't be."
Jameson snorted and nodded. "Yep on first dates I usually ask; Do you like long walks on the beach? And how many people have you killed and why?'"
Snorted loudly Daryl shook his head. "Crazy woman." Jameson shrugged and quipped, "You're the one dating me."
Leaning over Daryl kissed her deeply, his hand digging into her hair. After a few minutes of indulging, Jameson's stomach grumbled loudly making Daryl laugh against her lips.
"Le's get some food huh?" he whispered roughly. "Don' want ya wastin' away."
Jameson orders the pizza and has it delivered. They're both tired and don't want to leave to pick it up. Once it arrived they sat on the floor in the living room, the box on the coffee table. Their legs splayed underneath it, Jameson's laying across his. Daryl rubs circles around her tiny ankle bone while grabbing another slice of cheesy goodness. Jameson felt so comfortable with this man. Her man.
'Mine' she thinks with a maniacal laugh like a TV villain.
Almost shaking her head at her delusions she asked, "Wanna get drunk?"
Daryl snorted and shrugged a shoulder. "Why?"
"Don't know. Something to do." Jameson smirked loving when she made him laugh.
"I guess. Ya tryin' to take advantage of me?" He asked with an adorable smirk.
Jameson scoffed at his insinuations. "Yes. I need to ply you with libations to get you in bed."
Laughing gruffly he nodded, "Ok bring on the booze. I'm ok with being seduced with spirits."
Chuckling Jameson grabs the whiskey from the kitchen and two short glasses. Pouring them each a couple fingers of amber liquid she lifts her glass to him. "Cheers." Daryl smirked and threw back his glasses in one large gulp. Hissing through his teeth at the burn. Jameson laughed drinking her in two gulps. The heat warming her belly and making her head fuzzy. Humming at the feeling she takes a bite of pizza.
"Wanna play a drinking game?" she asked, slowly chewing her cheesy crust. Daryl tilted his head, "Whaddya mean?"
Jameson shrugged, "I don't people play drinking games?"
"Don' know. I ain't never needed a game to get lit before." He said gruffly, dropping a extra piece of cheese in his mouth.
Jameson laughed loudly and shook her head. "Me neither. How 'bout truth or dare? Take a drink for a pass or just drink for courage." She winked.
"Sure." He nodded leaning back against the sofa, his fingers still massaging her ankle. The warmth of his rough fingertips gave her goosebumps and made her toes curl. Clearing her throat she asked, "Truth or Dare?"
"Mmmmm. Truth." He said, his head lying against the sofa cushion his eyes gazing at the ceiling. "Ummm, guess I shoulda thought this through… How about what's the dumbest thing you've done while drunk?"
Daryl laughed and grinned, "Shit. ya got all night darlin'?" Jameson smirked, "Narrow it down to a big one."
"Ok. Ummmm. Merle and me always got into shit. Well he did then I had to get in to. One time he was all up on this chick at a bar. She had a friend with her. Wait I prob'ly shouldn't be tellin ya this, 'bout some other girl." He said looking worried he fucked up.
"Don't care. You're with me now." She responded while sipping her liquor. Daryl smiled at her statement. She really enjoyed seeing him smile. It was always genuine because he did it so infrequently. His little grins made her heart beat faster.
"Ok. Well we went home with these chicks and Merle was in the bedroom. Both of 'em being loud as shit, bed hittin' the wall 'n shit. Well I was plenty drunk and was…. ," he cleared his throat obvious regretting this story.
"You were fucking. And?" she asked looking actually curious to what was going to happen.
"Ok yeah so we were and then the front door opened. A big fuckin dude walked in and started yellin'. Throwin' shit and tryin' to beat my ass. Yelling that I was bangin' his daughter. Then Merle walked out and the guy realized he was fucking his wife!" he looked embarrassed.
"Wait a minute… It was a mother and daughter. And you both were banging them? Jesus." Jameson scoffed and laughed.
"Yep. We thought they were friends but we were lit. Anyways the guy started poundin' on me and Merle jumped on him. We basically destroyed the house fightin' with huge dude. Barely made it out without getting shot. Last time I went home with someone."
"Stuck to cars and bar bathrooms huh?" she asked without judgment.
Daryl cut his eyes away and shrugged a shoulder.
"I don't care Daryl. Shit it's not like I was the best decision maker." She said drinking more whiskey.
"Ok truth or dare?" he asked pouring more liquor in their glasses.
"Truth." Jameson responded leaning back on her hands. Daryl hummed and asked, "How old were ya when ya first got laid." Daryl smirked. Jameson rolled her eyes and said, "Fifteen."
Daryl raised his eyebrows. "Naughty girl. Was it any good?"
Jameson shook with laughter and gasped out, "God no. It was horrible. It was in the back of a beat up Buick with a twenty something guy. He knew my brother. It was fast and terrible. Then my brother found out and beat the guy until he needed his jaw wired shut."
Daryl smirked and nodded, "Good man."
Jameson shook her head, "No because I could no longer date anyone. They were all afraid of me and my brother." Daryl grinned and sipped the amber liquid.
"How about you? Your first time?" she asked a raised eyebrow.
"Pfft. I was 17. Merle got me drunk and threw some drunk chick at me. Did it in his truck." He scoffed biting his thumb nervously. 'Ain't girls jealous bout this shit?' he asked himself.
"She pretty?" Jameson asked obviously seeing how nervous he was talking about the subject.
"Er…. Can't remember really. She was blonde. I wasn't into 'er." He responded squirming in his spot. Jameson couldn't help but make him squirm more. "Was she any good?"
"The fuck girl?! I don't know. She….. it was… nothin'. Jus' happened." He stuttered and gulped more liquid courage.
"Jesus Dixon. Calm down I was fucking with you." she laughed and poured herself another shot.
Daryl glared at her but she saw the amusement underneath. "Ya fuckin with me now huh?"
"Totally. What you asked if my first time was any good. I was curious if I needed improve my skills for you." she smirked.
"Fuck Jameson. Ain't ever been with a woman like I am with ya. Your perfect." He said his words only slightly slurred.
Jameson smiled and leaned over the coffee table giving him a tiny kiss on the lips.
"Your turn, Truth or Dare?" she said her head fuzzy and relaxed. The liquid making her bones feel soft and comfy. Her stomach was warm and full. She liked sitting on the floor with Daryl. Drinking and eating. It felt comfortable and normal. It felt right. So right.
Daryl bit his thumb a moment, rubbing it across his bottom lip and said, "Truth."
"What did you think of me when we first met?" she asked curious what his first thought about her were.
"I noticed ya back when we first started comin' into the bar but didn't really think about ya. I mean not in a bad way jus' always dealin' with Merles shit." He said leaning back, his hand rubbing up her leg, massaging her calf.
"Then ya jumped into the middle of that fight. Hittin' shit with a baseball bat." He chuckled and squeezed her leg, "Thought ya were either crazy or that ya could actually handle ya'self. Thought ya was cute and sexy. Had to hide how sexy I thought ya was." He said then blushed slightly.
"Hide it how?" she asked confused.
"Fuckin had a hardon at everything ya did. Seein' ya work behind that bar, glimpses of your panties or tattoo. The way ya bite your lip or blushed. Then I had ya wrapped around me in the bike. Fuck, could barely keep the damn thing on the road. " he laughed and sipped his whiskey.
"Hmmmm." She humed thoughtfully. "Thought it was just me."
"Just you what?" he asked his head tilted slightly.
"Just me having a hard time holding it together. Seeing you at the end of the bar, your sexy shoulders all flexed under your leather vest. Feeling your sexy body on the bike, touching your stomach. God. I wanted to rub all over you when I got rides from you. I was so fuckin sad when my car was fixed." She laughed and smiled at him.
"Me too. Thought about sabotaging it a few times." He smirked.
Laughing loudly Jameson pulled her legs out from under the table causing Daryl to frown only to understand what she was doing. Jameson crawled around the table and straddled his lap. They kissed and rubbed against each other. Daryl tasted like whiskey. His tongue soft and wet tracing her lips. Moaning she rolled her hips against his lap feeling his hard dick below her. Making out like teenagers they lost themselves in each other. Daryl's large hands stroked up her thighs, ribs and finished their journey at her neck. Framing her face he slowed his kissing. Slowed to a gentler more passionate pace. Jameson moaned into his mouth. His strong hands moved to her hips making them move at a slowly but steady pace against his.
"Fuck baby." She moaned while tucking her face against his neck. She kissed and sucked the tender flesh below his ear, making him groan with need.
"Your turn, truth of dare?" Daryl's deep gravelly voice surprised Jameson.
"Dare." She moaned in response to the question and in frustration.
Daryl chuckled, "Is that your pick or are you just moaning my name darlin'?"
"Both," she gasped when he thrust up into the ache between her legs.
Laughing gruffly Daryl said in a low deep voice, "I dare ya to take off all these clothes 'n get your ass in bed."
Kinda just a fluffy chapter with a little more background info on Jameson.
Hope you're still enjoying this and my other fanfics. Again sorry for the delay. I will try to get back into the swing of things and force my way through this writers block!