Bay woke up because she felt like she was laying in a sauna. Her blanket was suffocating and dehydrating her. That's what it felt like anyway, although she was sure that her blanket hadn't developed a mind of its own and was trying to kill her.
Or maybe it did! Bay's eyes snapped open, when her 'blanket' made a quiet grunting noise and wrapped itself around her tighter. She panicked for a split-second, before she remembered, that Daryl was with her and apparently, he was playing blanket in his sleep. The least he can do after he hogged mine. Bay stifled a giggle and relaxed. A look at the clock told her that she still had 15 minutes before she would have to get up and get ready for work. Now that she knew that she wasn't in grave danger of being suffocated by a real blanket, she relaxed and took a moment to analyze how their positions had changed during the course of the night.
Her head was no longer on her pillow, but just underneath. She was on her left side, but she was halfway rolled onto her stomach. Her left leg was straight, but her right leg was bend and her knee pulled up towards her stomach. She felt Daryl being curled around her, with him lying almost on top of her. His head was now on her pillow, her head being cradled between his chin and the column of his throat. Her tank top had ridden up and his bare arm was slung around her, now, equally bare midriff, and his right leg was wedged between hers, all in all, mirroring her position almost exactly while being pressed flush against her. Yep, no reason to be sad about him not liking her back at all, if she got to wake up like this, right? She hadn't smiled this big upon waking up in ages, if ever. She wriggled her pelvis a little, because her hips were cramping, and adjusted her position slightly. It resulted in another grunt from a sleeping Daryl and in him shifting slightly as well. Like they weren't touching enough already, he pressed his groin even more snugly against her ass and pressed his nose and mouth into her fragrant hair.
"Mmmmmm." he released a hoarse satisfied sound before his breathing evened out again. Bay, meanwhile, froze and held her breath. She felt something very solid press against her buttocks through the thin layers of fabric that was separating them. No, that's not his... No. Or is it? What else could it be? He's only wearing his underwear and he sure doesn't keep his gun there, right? Oh my God,... it is his... thingy...Her breath caught and she felt that pull deep inside of her again, mixed with a hint of panic. This was the closest she had ever been to a penis, not to mention an honest-to-God erection. It feels so big... oh good Lord...that's kinda scary. Must be that morning erection thing. He wouldn't get this because of me. Bay was sure of that and weirdly enough, that thought calmed her panic about the whole thing.
They were getting closer to the alarm clock going off, but Bay didn't want him to wake up from that. He would surely be embarrassed about waking up with an erection firmly pressed against her. She reached over and slid the alarm button to the 'off'-position, then she carefully took hold of his hand that was resting on the bed by her stomach and lifted it a little, so she could slowly slide out from under him. Unfortunately that plan didn't quite work, because her left leg was trapped between both of his legs. Looked like there was no way to spare him the embarrassment, he would have to wake him up while they were still entangled like this.
"Daryl." she murmured quietly and gently tickled his forearm with her fingertips. "Daryl, I have to get up."
She felt his chest rumble against her back, shortly before grumbling and grunting noise were emitted from his mouth. "Gotta pee?" he asked groggily, clearly not quite aware of what was going on.
"No." Bay giggled, and Daryl, in his sleep-addled mind, thought it was a nice sound to wake up to. He smiled against the top of her head and hugged her closer, still thinking that he was dreaming, until she spoke up again and started moving against him. "Well yes, but I also have to get ready for work. It's after four am already."
Daryl blinked his eyes open and he very quickly became aware of what he had done to her in their sleep. He also became aware that his prayers had gone unanswered and that his quite impressive morning wood was happily pressed up against her ass and with every little move she made, lust and pleasant head radiated from his groin throughout his entire body. Goddamn, fuck... Ain't no way she don't feel that. I could cut glass with that thing! Daryl's cheeks started burning from embarrassment and he quickly got off of her and rolled on his back. Damn near crushed her, too. Oh man... but she ain't sayin' nothing... Maybe she didn't mind none.
"There's some granola bars in the cupboard next to the fridge. You can grab some if you're hungry. I'm afraid I don't have anything else to offer." Bay said while she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, trying to make him as comfortable as possible in this situation. If it was her, she would be mortified and she was sure so was Daryl right now. Hell, she was mortified about having gotten aroused at feeling that thing, even though Daryl didn't know that.
"Alright." he nodded, even though she wasn't able to see it in the dim light of dawn, as she hadn't turned on the lights, which he was very thankful for. She seems alright with everythin'. Still fucking embarrassing, man, but she gotta know this happens to dudes and that it don't mean nothing, right? Yeah, she seemed okay with it. Wasn't slapping me or yelling at me and no gloatin' or nothing neither. Maybe she liked it... Nah, stop! Don't even fucking go there, dumbass. Daryl took a deep breath and calmed down a little. If she wasn't gonna mention anything, neither would he. This would be one of those things that just got swept under the rug. No big deal. It happened and the world was still turning. He had slept amazingly well and if she would offer him to sleep at her place again, he would definitely take her up on it again. He yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then he sat up and decided to focus on breakfast. He got up, got dressed and turned on the lights on his way to the kitchen. Granola bars. Hm. Better than nothing I guess. But sweetheart, we really gotta work on your damn eating habits. Ain't no person out there who can live off of this crap and be healthy. Can't afford no doctor, now can ya? He already had something in mind, but he'd have to make a few phone calls first to see if he'd be able to pull it off in the foreseeable future. He looked around and noticed that she didn't have a phone. Right, ain't one of 'em necessities, huh? He admired her drive and her hard work, but he thought she was not prioritizing right. She said that she wasn't doing the egg-donating thing because it might put her health in jeopardy, but she was still doing that by working that damn job that was tough even for a strong guy like himself, and on top of that she wasn't eating all that much and nothing that was giving her a whole lot of energy. If she kept it up for another year she might just drop dead one day.
While he was deep in thought and slowly munching a less than tasty granola bar, Bay came out of the bathroom dressed in blue jeans and a tight black tank top. Her hair was up in a messy bun, displaying the elegant curve of her neck. I might have a thing for necks... He thought as he imagined himself biting the back of hers, before moving to the side and latching on to that sweet spot right underneath her ear, where he would suck a big, dark mark into her skin that would last for at least a week. That would show that damn Josh Hansen... A bit of hot pink was peeking out from underneath her top. Daryl usually wasn't a fan of bright, flashy colors, or pink for that matter, but in combination with the dark top and her tanned skin it looked damn enticing. He felt his cock give an excited jump in his pants and he quickly stuffed the rest of the granola bar into his mouth. "Bafwoom" he mumbled with his mouth full and downright fled into the bathroom to relieve himself and get rid of his boner. Bay stifled her giggle until the door was closed. Poor guy, they really didn't have it easy with everyone being able to tell when they are aroused. Although if I remember correctly, these morning things aren't because that. Are they? I should brush up on my sex ed. Maybe the library has a book I could read? For the masturbation thing, too maybe? Or maybe I should go to that Internet Café and search for tips online? Gotta do something.
"I'm sorry you had to get up so early... again." Bay apologized a little while later when they were sipping shitty coffee in the break-room of the store. "You do so much for me, but I can never really give anything back."
"Ain't true, Bayanne." Daryl shook his head vigorously, "I slept on your couch didn't I? Ya fed me last night and this morning. I'd say we're pretty even."
"Maybe next time,... I don't know... maybe next time you can stay in bed and keep sleeping a couple more hours. Hm, but I don't like having my door unlocked all day."
"In this neighborhood? Yeah,... shouldn't take any chances." he agreed. "Don't worry 'bout me not sleeping long enough. It's fine. Wouldn't do it if it would bother me. Told ya already, didn't I? Don't do nothing I don't wanna do."
"Right." she nodded and sipped on her coffee. "What did you think? My couch more comfortable than the backseat of your car?"
"Yeah, and definitely warmer." He laughed a little before he cleared his throat and carefully peeked up at her from underneath his fringe. "Was it okay for you? 'm sorry I crushed ya."
"You didn't, it was fine. Slept like a baby. Hold on, I really did, actually. No nightmares." Bay frowned, only now realizing that she had slept through the night for the first time since the men had attacked her. "Cool. I guess you are kind of my own personal dreamcatcher." she beamed happily at him, making Daryl smile shyly.
"Should stay over more often, huh?"
"Every night for all I care. I don't mind..." she smiled and nervously rubbed her hands over her denim-clad thighs. "and not just because you get rid of the nightmares..." she added nervously before she drank the rest of her coffee.
"That so?" Daryl smirked a little and enjoyed seeing her blush and fumble with her mug. "I'll keep it in mind." when Bay flicked her gaze up at him he winked at her, making her giggle. She bit her lip and pushed a strand of hair, that had escaped from her bun, behind her ear, while she looked at him shyly. Daryl groaned inwardly as images of holding her tight and nibbling that lip flashed through his mind. Seemed like he'd have to get used to that happening, because he didn't feel like stopping spending time with her. He shook himself out of it and got up. "Tonight at ten?"
"Yep, as usual." Bay nodded and before he could push past her, she gently grasped his hand, making him freeze and his breath hitch as the touch sent another shock through his system. "Daryl? I know what you said, but I just wanna say it once... You don't have to pick me up every night. I appreciate it very very much, but I don't want you to feel like you have to, because of what happened."
"Got it off your chest?" he asked, and when she said 'yes', he nodded. "Good. Then forget about it. Ain't doin' it cause I think I hafta. Last time I said it, too, Bay."
"Okay. Thank you." she smiled and ever so gently squeezed his hand and softly rubbed her thumb over the back of it. "I'll see you tonight."
He didn't pull away, he looked at her and waited for another cheek kiss, without acttually realizing that he was waiting (hoping) for it. He waited for a moment, but when she didn't move he tore his hand out of her grasp impatiently. "See ya." he grumbled slightly and left, leaving Bay a bit confused about his sudden change in mood.
That day turned out shitty for Daryl. After leaving the store he went back to Pat's to take a shower and make some calls before they were off to work. Daryl had planned to take Bay out for shooting practice Saturday morning, but his new boss had asked them to work Saturday, because they needed to get the flooring finished in the house they were working on. Daryl couldn't say no, because the guy promised a little extra pay and he could always use the money. It threw a wrench in his plans, though and he spent the first hour after work making new calls to shift everything around, but one thing was for sure: Target practice with Bay would have to wait at least another week. What else had him miffed? It wasn't pay day yet, so he wasn't able to get her something to eat that night. He knew that it wasn't his responsibility to keep her fed, she was perfectly able to do that herself, but he liked giving her something she wouldn't get for herself. It was fun and somehow sexy to see her be so happy because of something as simple as a greasy burger with soggy fries. Tonight they would both have to do without that simple pleasure.
"Ain't got nothing to eat tonight..." he murmured apologetically, when they were parked in front of her building that night.
"You wanna come inside with me and have some cheddar cheese noodles without real cheese?" she grinned, thinking he had meant that he was hungry and didn't have anything to eat.
"No, I mean for you! Didn't get nothing for you tonight."
"OOOHH! That's what you meant. Sorry. " she laughed. She was in an exceptionally good mood due to her nightmare-less night. She wasn't as tired as she had been since it had happened. "Don't worry about it, Daryl. I do have food, you know? You shouldn't spend your hard earned bucks on me, seriously and you never have to apologize for not bringing me anything."
"Wasn't apologizin'."
"It sounded like an apology." Bay grinned.
"Ya didn't even get what I was saying the first time." he smirked at her in amusement.
"I meant in retrospect."
"Did ya now?" he narrowed his eyes at her, making her giggle even more. "So you gon' be good?"
"Yes, of course. Don't worry about it." she winked and gladly accepted a cigarette instead of food.
Daryl left shortly after because his Uncle had yet to get back to him and since Bay didn't have a phone, he had to go back to Patrick's and wait for the call there.
"What are you doing?" Daryl sighed as he entered the apartment. The question was redundant, because it was very obvious what Patrick was doing.
"Continuing my sexual education." Pat grinned and took another hit from his blunt. "Come on, sit down and relax. It's good stuff... movie's good, too." he offered the joint to Daryl.
"Ain't got money for food, but ya got money for this?" Daryl mumbled, but took the joint anyway and sprawled out on the couch, while Patrick just shrugged and kept his eyes glued to the images of the porno he'd borrowed from Jason. He waited until Daryl had taken a couple of hits, before he spoke up again.
"How's Bay?" Silence. Patrick looked over at Daryl, who was eying him with an unreadable expression. "Come on, man. Ya leave every night at the same time and ya ain't here some nights when Jessa ain't here neither."
"We're just friends."
"I know. Wasn't saying anything..." Patrick backed off when he realized Daryl wasn't relaxed enough to talk yet, so he focused back on the activities on screen. Of course Sam had told Pat about the little sleepover Daryl had with Bay and now Pat just wanted to pick Daryl's brain a little. Just a little bit longer, then Daryl would be ready, until then, the movie was great entertainment. "Yeah, man. Now ya got her goin'... That's the spot." Patrick chuckled when he watched the male performer tongue his female partner's clitoris. Daryl couldn't help but watch as well and he had to admit that Pat had been right, it was good stuff, both, the weed and the movie. The girl was petite and not too fake looking. And she was brunette with long slightly wavy hair,... like Bay. It was easy for Daryl to picture Bay squeezing her tits as she squirmed and moaned beneath him. "Damn man, wish I would have seen this movie years ago. Searched for that clit-thing like an idiot for way too long. Mother Nature hid it well..." Patrick giggled slightly.
"You really are an idiot." Daryl laughed quietly, finally relaxing after the stupid day he'd had.
"Yeah right, like you found it right away!" Patrick tossed his empty pack of cigarettes at Daryl, but missed his target.
"Never looked for it, but come on, everybody knows it's right at the top of their damn slits, man." Daryl took another hit and slowly released the smoke, and Patrick knew Daryl had reached his more talkative phase.
"Yeah, we know that now, but a couple years ago?"
"Already knew then... Merle 'nd my Dad weren't shy 'bout their porn. Told ya that before." Daryl got exposed to pornographic material at a pretty young age and it caused his sexuality to awaken a bit sooner than it should have, meaning that he'd been curious about sex very early on and he'd soaked up every bit of information he got like a sponge. That didn't mean that he was a promiscuous man-whore who slept with every girl that gave him the time of day (actually he wouldn't even need a whole hand to count off his sexual encounters so far), but it had contributed to him developing a very active imagination where sex was concerned.
"So the girls you banged... Hannah Davidson and Sarah Harris... you didn't even try to make 'em cum?"
"Weren't no girlfriends of mine, were they? Was just blowin' off some steam. Didn't really care." Yeah, he wasn't overly proud of it, but the girls just wanted a quick fuck so they could brag to their girlfriends about having had some one-night-stand in the bedroom of the kid's parents that was throwing the party. He was fine with that, he knew he'd never have to talk to them again, because both girls had run in completely different circles and one of them had left for college anyway. He'd been very fine with getting some release without any emotional attachment whatsoever, that's what Merle had taught him to do, and at the time he had thought he was doing the right thing. His attitude about that had changed with meeting Bay though, whether he had realized it or not. Ever since they had been introduced at that party, he'd never shown any interest in other girls anymore and he'd found himself thinking differently about sex. He also hadn't had sex with anyone other than himself since that party two years ago. However, he hadn't realized yet, that this was because of Bayanne.
"But if ya had a girlfriend, you would look for it and try to make her cum good?"
"If I wanted ta keep her around,... guess so. But like I said, wouldn't hafta look for it. Already know where it is. If I hadn't I'd definitely know now." he motioned towards the TV and the clear shot of the woman's privates."
"Jus' look at that little missy over there. She's in fucking heaven. Feels damn good if ya can get your girl to buck and squirm like that. If they cum on your cock... Goddamn, it's the best, man."
"Guess so." Daryl shrugged, not having experienced that for himself, but the thought sure sparked some new fantasies.
"She looks like Bay, don't she?"
"Yeah. So what?" Daryl narrowed his eyes at his friend, not liking that Pat was thinking about Bay while watching porn. "Ain't you got a girlfriend to perv out over?"
"Relax... was just thinking, man. Jess said that Bay's a virgin."
Somehow Daryl had figured that she was, still, hearing it confirmed brought on several emotions inside of him, but he ignored them for now. "Kinda shitty of your girl to go around tellin' people that."
"She just told me, as far as I know. Just came up one night..." Patrick shrugged. "I told you 'bout Jessa bein' a virgin when we got together and ya didn't bitch about me telling you then, did ya?"
"Why ya keep bringing up Bay? Ya got a point?"
"No, man. Just chattin'... Reminiscing." Pat chuckled. "Kinda awesome to be your girl's first. Scary as hell when you're 'bout to do it though."
"Told me that five time at least, man. You sound like a fucking broken record." Daryl lamented. He didn't like where this was going, mostly because it made him think more and more about Bay. Like he wasn't fantasizing about her enough. Fuck, man. Now I can't stop thinking bout bein' her damn first. Like that's ever gon' happen. The thought of being the first and maybe only man to ever be inside of her, deeply satisfied something inside of him. He didn't know what it was, if it was some primal urge or the cave man inside of him that liked that idea. One thing he did know for sure, though; if he would ever end up having a girlfriend, they would have a shit-load of things to try out.
"You ever think about her? In this way? I know she's your friend now or something, but that don't mean she's off limits in your head, right?" Patrick was curious if Daryl would fess up under the influence of weed.
"None of your damn business." Daryl said, but there was humor in his voice and to Patrick that was answer enough. The phone rang a minute later and ended the conversation. Patrick was a bit miffed that he hadn't gotten anything juicy out of Daryl, but it didn't come as a big surprise. Daryl liked to play things close to the vest.
Friday night at ten pm Daryl waited in front of the factory once again. He was already racking his brain, trying to come up how to approach her about staying the night again. Jessa was at Patrick's, but also, Daryl would be busy the whole weekend and be out of town after work until Sunday night, so there was no chance to see her. He hated the feeling that overcame him when he thought about not seeing her for two whole days. Was this what it felt like to miss someone? If so, then he hated it with a passion. It felt like a weird mix of sadness, longing and impatience, maybe even more feelings he wasn't able to identify. Fuck, and I ain't even gone yet. He had gotten so used to talking to her every day, it would be weird not to even see her in the store real quick. Well, it wasn't two whole days... not if he'd be able to find some balls on the way to her apartment. He was planning on seeing her Sunday night when he got back, maybe she would invite him to stay the night then, but tonight, he might just have to ask.
Finally Bay emerged out of the gate. Daryl took one look at her and frowned. Something was off. He squinted in the darkness and studied her closely as she approached. She was incredibly pale, that was the first thing he noticed. When she got even closer he noticed her expression. It was strained and she was pressing her lips together hard. He grew restless and he leaned over the passenger seat and opened the door for her, his eyes never once leaving her. "What's wrong?" he asked instead of an 'hello'. She don't look good at all. The fuck's going on?
"I think I hurt myself." she pressed out between clenched teeth. The words felt like they were physically hurting him.
"Oh really? Ya think? Dammit Bay!" he lashed out in a moment of helplessness and not knowing how to deal with that feeling that tortured him. Yes it sucked that she didn't feel well, but it shouldn't affect him that intensely, right?
"Oh please, think I did this on purpose?!" Bay sounded winded and the expression in Daryl's eyes turned softer. He felt panicked and nervous and now on top of that he felt really bad for lashing out. He took a deep breath while he looked her over, and that's when he noticed her shallow breathing. Good God don't tell me she punctured a lung or shit like that. "What happened?" he asked with a much gentler voice.
"I don't know. About two hours ago I started feeling this weird dull ache in my chest, on the right side. I didn't think much of it and kept working and with time it started spreading around to my back and it got more and more intense. It hurts to breathe, it feels like someone wrapped a steel belt around me right here... "she pointed to the spot right underneath her right breast. "It's only the right side from the spine to the front, right underneath,... ummm... my... boob..." even though she was in pain she still blushed about saying that last word.
"I'm taking ya to the ER." he started the engine. "You hear something crack? Felt something break?"
"No, nothing's broken. No ER, Daryl. I just wanna go home, please. Maybe I threw my back out or something, please just take me home." she pleaded with him while she moved her torso around in an effort to find a comfortable position. The pain was bad and no matter what she did, it didn't get better and that scared her, but not quite enough to go to the ER and be confronted with a big hospital bill.
"Fine. We wait until tomorrow. If it ain't better by noon tomorrow, you're seeing a damn doctor." his voice left no room for discussion. Bay didn't feel like arguing anyway. During the drive she kept moving back and forth and from side to side and when nothing worked she pushed the heels of her hands into her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. Daryl felt like his heart was hurting from watching her. She was in agony, that much was clear and it was hard to bear for him. He tried to remember what to do when you hurt your back and he thought that painkillers and a warm bath were probably a good idea.
He beat her to the bathroom, once they arrived at home, and drew her a bath while she still tried to get rid of the pain by moving around. When he came out of the bathroom she was trying bending over and touching her feet with her fingertips, hoping to stretch out whatever had gotten messed up inside her body. "Hey, come on, stop. I don't think that's helping any." He gently grabbed her arms and carefully helped her straighten again. His stomach clenched painfully when he noticed her eyes glistening with un-shed tears. The image of his hand on her face, caressing her cheek flashed in front of his inner eye, but he pushed it down for the moment, because it was more important to get her into the bathroom than to touch up on her. "Bath is ready. Try soaking it, maybe it'll help."
"Thanks." she gave him a grateful smile, but it didn't reach her tired eyes. "Make yourself at home. I'll be out soon." she went into the bathroom, and while Daryl searched her cabinets for some useful supplies, Bay sunk into the hot water and hoped for the best. It definitely helped relaxing her and after a couple of minutes she felt the pain lessen a bit. She closed her eyes and tried to keep her muscles relax and with the pain getting better, she dozed off a little bit.
Daryl let her be for half an hour, but then he had to knock on the door, because he really had to take a piss. "Bayanne? You doing okay?"
"Yes. The warm water helps."
"Good. You think you'll be coming out soon?" he hated disrupting her bath, but he really had to go.
"You gotta pee?"
"Yeah."
"Can you do it with someone else in the room?"
"Eeerrmm... yeah." his eyes widened when he realized why she was asking. He was possibly about to enter a room where a very naked Bayanne was sitting in a bathtub and the only thing that covered her was a bit of soapy water.
"Okay, I'll close my eyes and you keep yours up and don't look towards the bathtub, alright?" She was already blushing and he hadn't even opened the door yet. This was kind of embarrassing, but she didn't want to give up the comfort of the water yet and she didn't want him to have to go pee outside the building. At least it would be a bit embarrassing for the both of them, not just for her.
"You sure?"
"Yes. I don't wanna come out yet."
"Alright. I'm coming in." Eyes up, eyes up, eyes up, eyes up! Don't look at her, don't look at her,... well already seen her tits. She'd be fine if she'd just cross her legs. Goddamn, I'm a fucking pig. Now he couldn't get the image of her bare breasts out of her head and he imagined what she would look like laying naked in the tub, if she wouldn't cross her legs to shield her most private parts from his curious eyes. Don't let me get wood now, Jesus fucking Christ... think about something else, man! All this went through his head on the very short trip into the bathroom and over to the toilet. He kept his eyes up strictly until his back was to her and he was in front of the toilet and he sighed in relief when he had made it there without getting a boner. He opened his pants, pulled himself out of his boxers and started relieving himself, while he let his gaze roam to the mirror that was above the sink right next to him, not thinking much about it. His eyes widened and his breath caught, when he saw Bay with her eyes squeezed shut, laying in the tub. He wasn't able to see anything but her head and the top of her chest, but the image was still enough to fuel his imagination. He smirked in amusement when he noticed that she was crossing her arms in front of her chest, at the same time he was a bit impressed that she wasn't even trying to take a peek at him. Curiosity must not be in her nature, he guessed. He averted his eyes again, wanting to play fair and while he zipped himself back up he fought the urge to ask her if she didn't trust him if she was shielding herself even though they had agreed not to look. That would have given away the fact that he had accidentally looked and he didn't want her to be even more embarrassed.
"Don't you wash your hands?" she asked with a frown when he was almost out the door.
"Right, sorry..." he had forgotten while he'd focused on not looking down at her while he passed the tub. He walked back to the sink and quickly washed his hands, then he walked out and closed the door behind him, a little smirk still gracing his lips. "Clear."
The bath had helped, but only for the time she had actually spent in the tub. Shortly after she had gotten out and had donned her sleep outfit of shorts and top, the pain had come back. She soon was on her knees next to the sofa bed, her upper body resting on the bed while she arched her back, making it round like a cat. She felt like it was the best position to bear the pain in, because the pain killers were not working either.
"I have an idea." Daryl spoke up after having watched her kneel there for a couple of minutes. "You got a hot water bottle?"
"No..."
"Alright... " he sighed. This girl didn't have anything except for her damn noodles. "I'll figure it out." he had an idea of what to do, his Uncle had mentioned this trick to him some time ago. He grabbed a towel and a washcloth from the bathroom and saturated it with water. He folded it neatly and placed it in a plastic bag he had found while rummaging through her kitchen earlier. He microwaved the washcloth for a minute, then he carefully pulled it out, trying not to burn himself on it, and put the little packet on the towel and wrapped the towel around it. He took the hot compress and went over to Bay and knelt behind her.
"Don't take this the wrong way..." he cleared his throat, while he gingerly took her top between thumb and forefinger. "... but it might be better if ya pull this up or take it off. Imma try to warm up those muscles again and then Imma try to give ya a back rub, okay? Maybe that'll work. Got some lotion lying around or something? Don't need ya getting sore."
Usually Bay would have died from all her blood rushing to her head because she would blush so damn hard at the mere thought of taking off her top in front of him, but with the pain she was in, she was way past caring. She was willing to try anything to get rid of that horrible pain. She realized that in the end he wouldn't see anything anyway with the position she was in, so she was safe where that was concerned. The thought that Daryl had seen her breasts already didn't occur to her, she had pushed that little piece of knowledge into the deepest depths of her brain. "Bathroom." She mumbled in reply to his question about the lotion, and while he went looking for it, she quickly took off her top and assumed her previous position again.
Daryl felt his dick twitch at the sight that greeted him when he came back. So much beautiful soft skin, and he'd get to touch it. Damn she looks good. He groaned inwardly, but her predicament helped him get a grip on himself. This was not about his fantasies, this was about helping her out. He knelt down behind her again, straddling her legs as he gently pressed the hot compress to her back, right of her spine. "Here?"
"Little lower." she guided him and moaned quietly when she felt the pain ease up a bit again. Applying direct heat to the area seemed to do the trick. "Yeah right there, that's so good."
"'s it help?" he was chewing on his bottom lip again, the situation was definitely not an easy one to handle for him. So many conflicting emotions at once.
"It does." she murmured with her eyes closed. Daryl kept it on there for a good 10 minutes until he removed it and placed it next to her on the sofa-bed. He grabbed the bottle of lotion and squirted some into his right palm. "Alright, let's try that rub now."
"Okay."
Daryl carefully placed his hand on the heated skin, making her jump slightly. "Sorry." he mumbled as he watched goosebumps break out on her skin. He started by gently spreading the lotion on the right side of her back, from where it hurt up to her shoulder and back down. Bay bit her lip as she shivered for a completely different reason than cold lotion touching her back. Despite the pain, Daryl's gentle touch felt incredibly good. She had never felt anything like it. It wasn't so much sexual as it touched her emotionally. It's been a long time since she'd experienced any gentleness and it usually had come from her grandmother and not from her crush, so this was a slightly different and much deeper experience than before. Unbeknown to her, Daryl felt the exact same way, even though he was giving it and not receiving it. He'd never done this for anyone and it surprised him that it felt this good. Apart from noticing how soft her skin really was and storing that information away for later, he felt like at that moment, he was forming some kind of connection to her and it was strong and kind of intense. He had to take a deep breath in order to not let it overwhelm him, and he focused all his energy back on her. He started pressing his thumb into the muscle right next to her spine and he immediately felt a butt-load of hard and lumpy spots.
"Damn... no wonder you're in pain, girl. Your damn back's full of knots. This hurt?"
"No, it's fine. Just please don't do it any harder." she winced a little when he pressed on one of the knots and massaged it in an effort to have it loosen up. It was a bit painful, but also really good.
"This where it hurts?" he asked again to make sure.
"Not just there. It's like a line that runs from side to side, from my spine to my side..."
"Here?" he followed the line she had described with his fingers and she nodded.
"Yes."
Daryl massaged the area gently, happy when he felt her relaxing more and more underneath his fingertips. When he got to her side he was so focused that he didn't notice that his fingers were gliding along the side of her breast while his thumb was massaging the end of "the line". Bay jumped with an audible gasp, making Daryl freeze. "I'm sorry..."
"It's okay... just tickled." she giggled a little with embarrassment, thinking that it wasn't the only place where that touch had tickled. She was slowly getting new to that new sensation that happened every other time she was around Daryl. It was still weird, but it got better with every time it happened. She wasn't able to see the little grin on Daryl's lips. Another piece of information to remember during his private shower time. He was racking up quite the collection of Bay-specific fantasies. Sensitive tits... That girl's gon' kill me.
"This helping at all?" he realized that he hadn't asked yet if the massage was actually working.
"I think so." Bay yawned. She was really tired, but the pain wouldn't let her sleep yet. Daryl stopped his massage when her skin got too red and went to make another hot compress. For almost one and a half hours he alternated between pressing the compress against her back and then giving her a massage for another couple of minutes. The skin soon felt numb to Bay, she figured because of the heat and the constant rubbing, but her muscles still hurt, so Daryl had kept going. Eventually he'd managed to get the pain to lessen so much that she had fallen asleep while still on her knees. When he noticed, he stopped his kneading and just gently kept stroking his hand along her back for a moment.
"Ya gotta quit that job, girl." he murmured, not knowing that she already had. Right after the pain had gotten so bad that he had barely been able to stand it, she had grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper from the message board in the break room and had hand-written her resignation. She simply wasn't able to handle it anymore without damaging her body in the process, as hard as it was to admit. The job was not made for a woman. She had tried, but it had been too much. However Daryl had yet to find out about it. His thumb softly rubbed along the red flesh on her back and in the spur of the moment he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against the aggravated skin. He closed his eyes as he felt a wave of something crash down all over him, and before he pulled away, the tip of his nose nuzzled her for a split-second. The fuck am I doing? Takin' advantage of her while she's sleeping. Class act, Dixon. He sighed in disappointment at himself, then he grabbed their blanket and draped it over her, so she wouldn't get cold and to cover her up her nudity, before he carefully lifted her into bed, hoping that the change of position wouldn't bring the pain back and make her wake up. He laid down close next to her and slowly pulled half of the blanket over himself. He watched her sleep peacefully, her face finally relaxed and no longer contorted in pain. He remembered his little vision from earlier and this time he reached out and gently pushed a strand of hair behind her ear before he let his fingertips skim her cheek. "Goodnight." he whispered quietly, before he let his eyes fall shut and succumbed to sleep. It was already after two am, and work would be a bitch the next day. Now he hated even more that he wouldn't see her the whole weekend. He hoped she would be okay.
Thank you for reading!
Once again, sorry for any mistakes or typos. I'm a little out of sorts and my son had a little accident today and was bleeding from his head and I'm still spooked.
Thank you Snowbird and Guest for your wonderful reviews. I'm glad you enjoy these little moments between the two of them while they are still being so careful and innocent with each other:) Much much love to both of you and I hope you are doing well.