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Chapter 10

They slept in the next morning, which was bad for Daryl. He hadn't remembered to set her alarm clock and when he woke up because he had to pee, it was already 7.30 am. "Shit!" he cursed under his breath and jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. He was still dressed, he just had to put on his shoes, grab his keys and run. If traffic was good, he might just make it to work on time. Bay didn't rouse while he ran around the small apartment, looking for his things. She was utterly exhausted and sleeping the deepest she probably ever had. Before he left he knelt on the bed and carefully leaned over her.

"Bay?" he whispered. "Bay, I gotta go." Nothing. She was still out like a light. Daryl sighed and put his hand on her arm for a second, feeling the warm, soft skin one last time before he had to leave for a good 36 hours. He didn't want to leave just like that and have her wondering where he had gone. He looked around, but wasn't able to locate a pen and paper, so he grabbed her handbag and rummaged through its contents, shoving aside granola bars, small bags of candy, and feminine hygiene products, until he reached the pen at the bottom of the bag. Still no paper, tough. His gaze went back to her sleeping form and without taking any time to think it over, he was scribbling his note on her arm. When he was finished he took one last look at her face, then he left with a bit of a heavy heart. He really was worried that she'd be in pain again and he wouldn't be there to help her, but he took it as a good sign that she had been sleeping well.

However, he wasn't able to stop thinking about it, so when he had a little break, he jogged down to the end of the street where he'd seen a phone booth earlier. He dug some coins out of the pocket of his camouflage cargos and dialed Sam's number, hoping that he was still home and not already out and about.

"Yeah?" Daryl was relieved when Sam picked up.

"Hey, it's Daryl."

"Hey my man,... what's up?"

"Your girl with ya?"

"Yes, why?"

"Can you put her on?" Daryl asked and chewed on the inside of his bottom lip while he waited.

"Uh... suuure..." Sam replied with a frown marring his features, not knowing what to make of Daryl's request. He'd never talked to Erin much, why was he calling now just so he could talk to her? "Babe... it's for you... It's Daryl."

"Daryl?" Erin was frowning as well. This was definitely new. "Alright..." She took the phone from her boyfriend and held it to her ear. "Daryl? Hi, what is it?"

"I need a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"I need ya to go and check on Bay today. She's hurtin' and might need help." Daryl informed her and while he did it, he felt his cheeks heating up. He was admitting to Erin that he'd been with Bay and that was still something he wasn't used to.

"Hurting? What happened? Is it bad?" Erin, always the caring one with the biggest heart, was immediately filled with worry for her friend.

"Dunno. Something with her back. It was bad last night, but she slept good. I'm outta town 'til tomorrow night. Would be good if ya went over there and checked if the pain was back. If so, ya gotta drag her to see a doc, okay? No matter what she says, she's gotta go if it ain't better today." Daryl emphasized the last part especially. If it wasn't gone today it needed to get fixed by a professional. He never wanted to witness her being in pain like that ever again.

"You got it, Daryl. Don't worry, I'll look after her." Erin promised. She tried, but she wasn't able to keep her huge smile out of her voice. How she wished those two crazy kids would become a couple. Daryl was so good to her already and they both deserved each other.

"Thanks. See ya around." Daryl wasn't much for pleasantries, also he didn't have any more coins, so he had to cut it short anyway. He hung up and ran back to the house they were working on.

Erin meanwhile giggled happily as she handed the phone back to Sam. He looked at her curiously. "What did Daryl want? Something about Bayanne?" Sam had only caught Erin's end of the conversation, but from the words 'I'll look after her' and Daryl's general protectiveness over Bay, Sam had figured that something was up with her.

"Bay hurt her back. He asked me to check on her while he's out of town. Told me to drag her to a doctor if the pain is back. He's sweet." Erin smiled and snuggled her petite frame into her boyfriends strong arms.

"Sweet and abso-fucking-lutely in love with that girl. He slept there again, didn't he?"

"Sounds like it."

"Hm, maybe he's coming around. If he told you he knows that I will know about it."

"Let's not get our hopes up too high. It will just tempt us to try and push them together again, and we all know what happened the last time we tried. No, we'll be good and keep out of it." Erin stated decisively, before she slapped her hand down on his knee. "Come on, let's go and see how she is doing."

"Oh hey guys!" A smiling Bay greeted the couple when she opened the door for them. "What are you doing here?"

"Daryl called. He said you were in pain and asked me to check on you." Erin explained while she and Sam entered the apartment.

"He did?" Bay was grinning happily while the butterflies wreaked havoc in her belly.

"Yes, he did." Erin giggled. "But you don't look like you're in pain anymore."

"No, thank God I am not. I'm sore as hell, but the pain is gone."

"Lemme see." Erin took her hand and pulled her into the bathroom, leaving Sam to look around a bit.

"So this is where the awkward magic happens..." he chuckled quietly when his gaze landed on Bay's old sofa-bed, before he sat down at the edge of it to wait for the girls to come back out.

"Holy shit, Bay! You look like a freaking lobster!" Erin gasped when she saw Bay's back after lifting her shirt. "He rubbed you raw! And I think he burned you, too."

"It's fine. It felt good while he was doing it. I needed it and it helped. I don't mind being a little sore. That pain was way worse." Bay waved her off, not liking how Erin blamed Daryl.

"Pfff... a little sore would be fine, but this is very sore. You have to put something on that. Calendula creme is good for that I think. Let's go out and get you some." Erin let go of the shirt to cover Bay back up.

"Fine. I was just about to go out anyway. I need a new job. I quit my factory job last night when this happened." Bay said and turned back towards the sink where she had been scrubbing Daryl's message off her arm 'Had work. Out of town til Sunday. Bye.' She thought it was kind of cute of him to let her know he would be gone. Not that she had expected him to be around, they've never seen each other on the weekends except for when she worked a weekend shift at the store.

"You quit? Oh thank God, that's good news. You already have something in mind you'd like to do?"

"Yes. First I will invest in a good bra that will add some volume up here," she waved her hands around her cleavage. " and then I will check the places around here for a waitress job."

"Mhm..." Erin couldn't help but grin. "And that bra... that's just for work and has absolutely nothing to do with a young, cute guy who spends the night every now and then?"

"When does he get to see my bra?" Bay laughed, but Erin just quirked her eyebrow and pointed at her back. "Yeah okay... but if that wouldn't have happened... It's for work. I'll need some new mascara and lip-gloss, too. Can't go in there looking like Death. Sucks spending the money though, especially if it's in vain.

"It won't be in vain. Even if it won't get you a job, at least you bought something nice for yourself. Now come on, I'm guessing you have a long day ahead of you." Erin grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the bathroom. "Sam, you can go home. I'll stay with Bay. We're going shopping and then we'll find her a job."

"Alright." he smiled and pulled Erin into his arms to kiss her goodbye. Bay discreetly looked away while they kissed. She felt a pang of envy inside of her. She was starting to think about kissing Daryl way too often lately and she wished she could just step into his arms and kiss him, like Erin was doing with Sam. "Have fun. Good luck Bay." Sam touched her arm in passing in a friendly gesture and then left the girls to their plans.

"Okay, sweetie. Grab your money and let's go. It's noon already." Erin urged her with a happy giggle, still a little dazed from her boyfriend's kiss.

"Yeah, yeah, bossy pants. On it..." Bay laughed and went to get some cash from her bag.

Things finally seemed to be looking up for Bay. Both, hers and Erin's feet hurt from walking around town so much, but it had paid off. Nine hours after they had left the apartment they were back, lounging on Bay's couch and painting each others nails. Bay had a new bra and some new cosmetics, but more importantly, she had a new job. Bayanne Moore was the newest waitress at Shoney's for the shift that started at 5 pm and ended at 9 pm for five times a week. She had heard a while ago that the waitresses there made good tips and if she was really lucky, she might make the same money, maybe even a little more, than at the carpet factory, and for less work at that. Even though she would work every day, the hours were shorter and she'd be home earlier at night, which also meant a little more sleep every day. She knew serving tables was hard work, too, because customers could be really tough, but she was looking forward to the new job anyway. The boss had asked her to come in tomorrow and work a trial day and have the others show her the ropes and she was more than willing to do that. She was in such a good mood, that she forgot her dismay at spending "unnecessary" money today.

"HA!" Bay startled and accidentally painted Erin's finger when the girl barked the word out in a unladylike manner.

"Jeeeesus. What?" Bay pressed her hand against her heart for a moment.

"I should be a counselor or something." Erin explained and waved her magazine around. "There's an article about how to make your first time less horrible. Wanna hear what it says? Listen, 'Know your body. Understanding your own anatomy can help you feel more confident. It's important to figure out what you enjoy, so you can communicate that to your partner and ensure that you both have a good experience. Masturbation can help with this. Try to pay attention to how you respond to different touches.' That's exactly what I told you, there you have it. I actually know things." the girl laughed and touched Bay's red cheek. "Oh Baaaay, come on..."

"I know, I know, I'm being silly. I have to get used to people talking about this. I'm trying. There's actually something I've been wondering about..." The question she had in mind didn't help Bay at all to loose the redness in her cheeks.

"You can ask me anything. Shoot." Erin looked at her eagerly. She was a bit excited about Bay actually having questions and asking her for advice.

"This is really embarrassing, you really don't have to answer if you don't want to..."

"Just ask, Bay."

"Okay. What... I mean, how...? God, how do I ask this? Umm, what is the general opinion of how girls should look down there? I mean hair-wise?" Bay, once again, was mortified, but she wanted to know.

"Well, you have several options. There's no specific way of how girls should look. Just do what you feel good with. Stay natural, trim it, go bald, leave a landing strip,... you can do whatever you want."

"What do guys like?" Bay asked quietly, hoping Erin wouldn't think she was asking for any specific reason,... namely Daryl. Not like he would ever see it, but Bay was starting to wonder about all kinds of boy-girl-stuff lately.

"Every guy is different, Bay. Every guy prefers something else, but I can tell you that a lot of guys actually don't really like it completely bald. Sam calls it the 'crack in the wall-look', and from what he tells me, most guys he knows feel the same. They like at least some hair to stay on. I don't know this for sure, but I think that most men prefer hair, as long as it's neat, you know? Of course, I guess there's also guys who like it completely natural or completely bald, but the general consensus seems to be that trimmed is best."

"Right." Bay nodded. "Thanks."

Erin smirked, she couldn't help it, Bay was just so cute with her red face, she just had to tease her a little bit. "Want me to help you shave a landing strip?"

"ERIIIIIN!" Bay blushed a deeper shade of red and hid her face, while Erin knelt up and wrapped her arms around the embarrassed girl. "That's not funny."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Some opportunities are just too good to pass up. Consider it practice, sweetie. Trust me, when you hang out with us more, you'll get used to it quickly. The guys talk about sex all the time. If you show them that it embarrasses you, they'll tease you every chance they get." Erin sat back down and smiled. "Any more questions?"

"Yes. I've been thinking about it and I just can't figure out... what do you do with a guy? For example when you make out with one. What do you do with your hands? What do they like? I know they like blowjobs and sex in general, but what do you do in between?"

"Guys like to be touched and kissed, too. That's why I think it's important for you to try out what you like. It might give you an idea of what he could like. You can kiss and suck on his neck, his chest, his thighs,... everything. You can rub your hands all over his body, scratch your nails along his skin a little, play with his nipples if he's into that. I hear some guys get really turned on by that while others couldn't care less about having them touched. That's for you to figure out with your future boyfriend. Guys are not into hard and fast all the time, you know? They like it gentle, too, but the difference between us and them is, that they prefer firmer touches. I read that somewhere and it's true for Sam. It's because their skin is thicker than ours or something like that. So you can be careful and gentle when you explore him, but use more pressure than you would use on yourself."

"I love you." Bay smiled, loving that Erin was so open and answered everything to her best ability without judging Bay for her innocence and lack of knowledge.

"Love you, too. Now give me your hand. It's your turn."

It was a good weekend. And maybe it was a really good weekend to make some changes. Daryl wasn't coming over, because he was God knows where, and Erin had gone back to Sam's place. Bay was happy and full of positive energy and needed something to do before she went to sleep. She took the last sip of wine from her glass, closed all the blinds and locked the door from the inside. Not that anybody would just barge in or come over at all, but she wanted to make sure that she was absolutely alone for the next part of her evening. She went into her bedroom and took off her shorts and her top and looked at her underwear-clad body in the mirror. She loved the new push-up bra. It wasn't one of those that pushed her boobs together so much that it looked like her ass was coming out her front. It just added a gentle swell to her cleavage and for the first time ever, Bay felt a little sexy. Too bad that she now had that scar forming right between her breasts, but she wasn't bothered by it too much. She took off the bra and her panties a little later and looked at her naked body. She thought she looked okay. She didn't have supermodel curves, but what she had was well-proportioned, except for that little extra around the waistline the good Lord had "blessed" her with. She had lost weight in the past year, but she wasn't bony. Probably due to the baby-fat she still had left. It gave her a slim, but soft appearance. Yeah, not too pretty, but it could be worse. Would Daryl like me if he saw me like this? He looks so good, he could have every girl he wanted, girls with nicer bodies... She shook her head, pushing the depressing thought of Daryl kissing another girl out of her gaze dropped to the triangle of dark hair that covered her mound. Let's do something about that. Time to try something else. She filled the sink with warm water and grabbed a razor and a hand mirror. She covered the toilet lid with a towel, sat down, positioned the mirror and went to work to give herself a "landing strip", as Erin had called it.

She worked slowly and carefully and highly focused so she wouldn't cut herself or end up looking all crooked. About 20 minutes later she felt like she was finished and took in the result of her work. "Okay... I like it. Not bad. Now at least I know what's down there." she mumbled to herself and got up to take a look in the full-length mirror on the door, which was usually covered by her bathrobe. She was satisfied with her work and felt good about it. After cleaning up after herself she drew herself a bath and soon let her body soak in the hot water. She closed her eyes and thought of Daryl. She thought of his angelic face, his beautiful eyes and his gorgeous smile. Those lips, oh man those lips. They were thin, but still ridiculously luscious and they looked so damn soft. They were perfect. She loved watching his lips move when he talked. Bay felt the now familiar pull inside her belly, just a little bit at first, but it got stronger when she imagined those lips kissing hers. She flushed when she imagined their tongues coming into play, and that's when she slowly let her fingers trail over the skin of her belly and up to her breasts.

To her surprise she noticed that her nipples were rock-hard. She hadn't even notice that they had tightened before, when she had been feeling like this. Goosebumps broke out on her skin when she let her fingertips glide all around the small globes of her breasts, drawing circles and letting them get smaller and smaller, until she softly tickled her own nipples, while she imagined the tip of Daryl's tongue tickling her own. She moaned and her eyes snapped open, half in shock and half in surprise, when she shuddered hard and when she learned that this pull of arousal had gotten even stronger and that she started to feel a kind of need. She took a deep and shaky breath before she relaxed and closed her eyes once more. This time she imagined Daryl's hands. She knew by heart what they looked like by now, and since yesterday she also knew how they felt on her skin and how gentle Daryl was able to be. She thought of the night before, how his hand had slid over her back repeatedly, how surprisingly good not only that had felt, but also how much she had enjoyed feeling his strong fingers dig into her skin. Her breathing picked up when she remembered how his fingertips had slid across the sensitive side of her breast. She let her own fingers trace the small path his fingers had taken last night, but unlike him she didn't stop, she let her hands close over her breasts and gave them a little squeeze. It felt nice, no doubt, but the touch didn't satisfy her. It only made her need grow stronger. Curiously, but also nervously, she let her hands leave her boobs and let them slide in the opposite direction, while she still imagined Daryl's hands doing this to her. She cupped herself between her legs, trying to get a feel for it and letting her fingertips stroke over the newly bared skin, she had never touched in this way. Once again, it did feel nice, but instead of more aroused she grew frustrated, more and more with every second. That need felt like it was eating her up and she started realizing, that she didn't really want to do this to herself. She needed and wanted Daryl to do this to her. It was his hands and his mouth she was imagining, but it wasn't his hands or his mouth that were touching her right now and that frustrated her to no end.

At the same time that realization scared her a little. She had never been interested in sex, she had only started thinking about it in the past week and now she already wanted Daryl to do these things to her? To kiss her, squeeze her breasts and rub his fingers over her newly shaved and trimmed privates? What in the world was happening to her? Was it normal that these things developed at this fast rate or was she some kind of freak? Maybe masturbation isn't for everyone. Bay sighed in defeat and let her hands rest on her belly. The start had been nice, but the stronger her arousal had gotten, the more frustrated and angry she had become at not being able to feel Daryl. Or is it supposed to happen this way? Oh God, why don't I havea phone? I need Erin. Bay sighed deeply, but she wasn't utterly disappointed by her failure to completely explore herself and give herself an orgasm. At least she knew she was able to feel some kind of sexual feelings and in the right setting and with the right person, she would actually get turned on and would want to have sex. That's a step in the right direction, right? Maybe I gotta try again another time. And with that she slid down the tub, submerging herself in the water to wet her hair thoroughly, so she could wash it before she headed to bed.

Daryl might or might not have broken one or two speed limits on his way back to Dalton on Sunday night. He couldn't wait to get back. Of course that had absolutely nothing to do with 'that damn Bayanne girl'. Yeah, right! He wasn't able to stop imagining Bay's face when he would show her what he'd done. He hoped she'd be happy and his heart started beating more than just a tad faster, when he pictured her joy. Would she be proud of him? He had to admit that he was pretty damn proud of himself about what he'd accomplished this weekend. He hoped she'd be a little bit proud as well as happy. Getting recognition from people he cared about was something he was secretly striving for. It was a side effect of his love-less childhood. He'd been taught that he was trash and that there wasn't a single thing about him that was worth being proud of. Daryl still felt some pride when he was able to do something good and/or right, but he had stopped showing those emotions to the people around him a long time ago. Bay was slowly changing that, she had him feel excited for the first time in a very, very long time. He was so stoked about showing up at her place with his all those things that were stuffed into the space of the backseat area of his truck, he was about to burst with all the impatience filling him. He also wasn't able to deny to himself the fact that he really had missed seeing her over the weekend. It had been a weird experience. He'd never seen her before on the weekends and he hadn't seen her all that much during the week, except at night for maybe half an hour on the days he hadn't slept at her place, so not seeing her on a Saturday shouldn't have been a big deal, except that it had been. He had done well during the days, but when nighttime had rolled around he'd gotten restless and had thought about her the whole damn time. What was she doing? Was she feeling okay? Was she eating? Is she thinkin' 'bout me maybe? He'd had a lot of time to think this weekend and he had realized that he wanted her to think about him and that he wanted her to miss him as well, but in the end it wouldn't matter, because it wasn't like he was going to ask her if she had indeed done those things. He would never know, so it was stupid to even wonder about it. But damn, it would be really nice to know. His thoughts, however, terrified him in a way. Especially this weekend he'd felt like the ground had opened up and he was falling and falling and falling without any chance whatsoever to hold on to something and stop his fall. Whenever that feeling sneaked up on him he felt breathless and like his chest was too tight to contain his heart. Sounds fucking silly, but that's what it is. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was unfamiliar and he didn't know what to do about it, rendering him helpless and he didn't like feeling helpless. That this feeling occurred every time he thought about Bay made him a bit panicky, because deep down he knew what it meant and he still refused to believe that he was indeed falling in love. He knew that if it was really happening, there would be no way back. Never, probably. She would get through that tiny hole she had hammered into the wall that was protecting his heart, and as soon as she was inside, that hole would close up again and would never let her out. And that would give her the power to hurt him deeply. Another fact Daryl wasn't too comfortable with.

Daryl stopped at Patrick's first to drop some things off and to grab some clean clothes. He was happy to see that Jessa was there, it meant he really would have a reason to show up at Bay's and stay the night again. He stuffed the clean clothes into a duffel bag and tossed it into the backseat and then he finally took the drive over to Bay's. He parked right in front of the building and grabbed as much from the backseat as he was able to carry at once, and went inside. His mood got a damper when his knocking and calling out for her went unanswered. Panic suddenly gripped him. He had asked Erin to check on her and get her to a doctor if the pain would return. Shit, she ain't in a damn hospital, is she? Fuck! He dashed down to his car, deposited the items in his hands back on the backseat and got behind the wheel. He drove to the Wal Mart, hoping that Sam or Erin or both would be there. When he got there, he didn't bother getting out of the car. He spotted Sam, put two fingers in his mouth and whistled. Sam jogged over and greeted his friend with a smile.

"Hey man! Whassup?"

"Bay ain't home." Daryl simply stated.

"Okay. Good to know, thanks." Sam said with a straight face, getting a kick out of Daryl's annoyed expression.

"Don't get funny with me, man. She in the hospital?"

"Nah, she's fine. No pain. She's working." Sam explained, finally putting Daryl's mind at ease, but only for a second.

"Working? At the damn carpet mill?" Daryl's voice rose in volume. Surely that girl of his would be that stupid... right?

"She quit that job on Friday, D. She forget to tell you? She found a new job already. She's the new waitress at Shoney's. Today's her trial day and if she does alright, she can start tomorrow."

"Really? Alright, thanks." Daryl immediately put the car in reverse and took off towards the restaurant. Waitress at Shoney's, that's damn perfect! Shoney's was where him and the guys ate pretty regularly. He'd see Bay even more often now and he'd be able to keep an eye on the men around there and watch out that they wouldn't get grabby with her. That bit of news lifted his mood again. He also knew that the restaurant closed at 9 pm, which meant she'd be home earlier at night. Another hour or two more he'd spend with her whenever he stayed the night.

Just a couple of minutes later he entered Shoney's and looked around. His heart literally skipped a beat when he laid eyes on her. Jesus fucking Christ she looks good. The waitresses wore black skirts with red aprons and black girl shirts with nice v-cuts. Bay wore her long hair in a high ponytail, displaying her neck, Daryl found himself having a thing for, and she seemed to be wearing a hint of make-up. Daryl didn't know about make-up, so he wasn't sure what she had done, but her eyes looked more expressive and more alive and her lips were shiny. He also noticed the difference in her cleavage and instinctively bit his tongue when he imagined himself licking along the swell he saw peeking out from that v-cut of her shirt. He was still pumped and on adrenaline from his trip and the way she looked and how she was smiling happily while she breezed from table to table, it all had his primal urges in an uproar. Grab her, kiss her, fuck her. He shuddered when the images played out inside his head and he literally had to shake himself and remind himself where he was. He was standing in the middle of a busy restaurant, staring at the newest waitress like an idiot, and, if he wasn't careful, with a quite impressive boner.

"Daryl!" Bay looked damn excited to see him, even Daryl realized that and it made a little smile appear on his face.

"Hey... Didn't tell me you quit."

"Yeah, kind of forgot with all the pain going on. I'm sorry I fell asleep on you, I didn't even get to thank you properly. I was so grateful for your help." She smiled as she looked him over. He was downright filthy. "Good Lord, where have you been?"

"Woods..."

"Oh, okay. OOHH, I'm sorry, you're here to eat. Would you like a table or something to go?" she remembered that she was actually working and not here for socializing.

"Ain't here for eatin'... Just came back, Sam told me about your new gig. Came here... " he cleared his throat while heat creeped into his cheeks. "... to see ya..."

Bay of course didn't think that he meant that he was there to see her. "Jessa staying at Patrick's?"

"Yeah, but that ain'-"

Bay didn't let him finish. "Hold on. I'll be right back." She left him standing there and quickly dashed to her handbag in the locker room. She dug out her keychain and removed the second set of keys to her apartment from the key ring. She quickly went back out and handed them to a surprised Daryl. "Here. Go home and take a bath. I won't be much longer. Almost closing time. Sarah lives down the street from me, she'll give me a ride home. I need to get back to it. I'll see you later." And she was gone again. Daryl stood there looking at the keys in his hand, still a bit stunned. She trusted him with her keys? She wanted him to go home, to her place and take a bath? In her bathtub? Wow. He slowly turned around and walked out of the restaurant, still looking at the keys. He wasn't able to explain, but it meant a lot that she had given them to him and of her own free will. Good think I brought clothes. He thought with a little grin forming on his lips. This was even better, now he could really surprise her.

He went back to her place and took several trips to get everything from his truck upstairs. He put everything away, and when he was done, he took a step back to admire his work before he closed the cabinet doors. Next up was a bath. He turned on the faucet and let hot water fill the tub. He stripped off his dirty clothes and climbed into the tub. He sighed contentedly when the water engulfed his body. He hadn't taken a bath in years, only showers, and he'd forgotten how good it felt to lay in the hot water and relax. Unfortunately he was unable to relax just yet, his body had different ideas. He had been hunting with his uncle and Daryl had bagged himself a 200 pound deer with his uncle's compound bow. If anything ever made him feel like a man, it was a successful hunt. With the deer he wasn't just able to keep himself and Patrick fed for a while, but Bay as well and also the families he had given the rest of the meat to in exchange for other goods. Another thing a good hunt made him feel? Incredibly fucking horny. And now after seeing Bay at the restaurant, in that sexy little uniform, his body was throbbing with need. He needed release. Badly. His eyes closed and immediately various images of Bay flashed through his mind. He thought back to her sitting in the tub Friday night, the very same one he was sitting it right now. He grew hard instantly and wrapped his fingers around his turgid length to give it a good squeeze. In his fantasy he was in the bathtub as well and Bay was right across from him, perched on the rim.

"Open your legs, sweetheart." he heard himself tell her, not sure if he had just been thinking it or if he had actually said it out loud. Bay uncrossed her legs and slowly opened them. She blushed hard and it kind of excited him. He loved when she blushed. His gaze dropped between her legs to her pretty little pussy and he was suddenly overcome with the need to rub his face against it. He wanted to press his nose against her and smell her and it was killing him that he wasn't able to really smell her in that instant. The stiff tip of his tongue licked a long line up her slit and he gripped his cock harder in frustration at not being able to taste her. Right now he needed her taste on his tongue like he needed oxygen to breathe. He needed to switch fantasies or he would start howling and growling out his frustrations like a damn wolf. The image in his head shifted to another one from Friday night. Bay kneeling topless in front of him. Yeah, that was a good one. He actually knew how the naked skin on her back felt, that he could work with. Daryl quickly let some water out of the tub, so he'd be able to work better. He squirted some of Bay's shower gel into his hand and spread it all over his pulsing shaft. "Awww fuck..." he growled out quietly as he started working his fist up and down his rock hard erection. Not only did the friction feel damn amazing, but the shower gel smelled like Bay. It send his senses damn near into overload. He worked up a rhythm, up and down, nice and steady, only stopping on every other stroke to let his soapy, slippery thumb rub circles on his wide, bulbous tip. Pre-cum was already leaking out and mingling with the lather of the shower gel. Daryl let his hand move on auto-pilot as he focused back on the images inside his head. Bay on her knees with her bare back facing him. His hand slid up her back, he remembered exactly what it had felt like, it had been soft and warm and satiny. He imagined both of his hands gliding up to her shoulders, gently gripping her, his thumbs massaging the back of her neck while he pulled her up. He looked over her shoulder, down at her beautiful, perky tits. They were calling for his hands to cup them, so he did. His hands slid down her back, along that line he had massaged and forward. When his fingertips brushed the sides of her boobs she jumped and moaned, just like she had Friday night. The sound made his dick jump hard and his hand picked up speed. He cupped her tits and squeezed them firmly. He swore he was able to feel her goosebumps against his chest as she pushed back against him. Daryl lowered his head and bit into the juncture between neck and shoulder, marking the spot where he would leave a hickey while he fucked her from behind. He rolled her stiff nipples between two fingers and tugged at them none too gently. Bay mewled and ground her ass against his straining cock. The fingertips of his ring and pinky finger brushed against the cross that rested between her breasts and it turned him on even more. "Does my good little baby girl like it a bit rough?" He felt Bay shudder and in reality, he shuddered himself. He grit his teeth, his whole face tensed up and contorted in a mask of pleasure as his hand massaged his cock even faster. He was so close,... almost there.

"Yes. Please Daryl. I need you, please take me." she begged in that wonderful voice of hers. It was almost enough to bring him over the edge. In his fantasy he looked down and aligned himself with her virginal opening. He breathed harshly as he imagined pushing inside of her for the very first time, stretching her for the very first time,... being the first and the only one to ever be with her this way.

"Miiiiine!" a long drawn-out groan erupted from his lips, as thick, creamy jets of semen erupted from his cock in violent spurts. He kept rubbing himself, focusing on the over-sensitized ridge of his head, making himself jerk uncontrollably, but prolonging his orgasm just a bit more. When he wasn't able to take any more, he slowed the movement of his hand and slumped back, completely relaxed now. He was gasping heavily and felt like dozing off, when he got the shock of his life.

The front door slammed shut and Bay's happy voice echoed throughout the small apartment. "Daryl, I'm hoooome!"

This time he jerked in shock and his eyes snapped open in a panic. Shit, shit, shit, shit. The fuck did I do? I beat off in her damn bathtub?! She's gon' smell it... fuck... no... I gotta keep her outta here... I need to get out there... I'm such a damn idiot. I wanted to protect her from dirty pigs? I am the dirty pig. He got up and turned on the shower-head to rinse himself off real quick, then he climbed out and dried off and got dressed in record time.

"That was fast." he murmured when he met her in the living area. Shit, can't even look at her right...

"Yeah. They let me leave a bit early, because it was just a trial day, buuuut, I can start tomorrow. Isn't that great? And I was allowed to keep the tips. I made almost a hundred dollars already, can you believe it?"

Bay was so happy, it was contagious and he momentarily forgot about his indiscretion. "That's great, Bay. It's good that ya quit that damn carpet mill. Now,... I wanna ask ya to do something for me, alright?"

"Okay, anything. What is it?" Bay asked curiously.

"I need ya to eat more and better. No fucking artificial noodle shit every day."

"But Daryl, I already told you-"

"I know what ya told me. Don't worry, I figured something out." he wanted to take her hand to pull her into the kitchen, but he didn't dare take it. He put his hand on her arm instead and guided her towards her cabinets. He opened the fridge and the freezer and the cabinet doors, then he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, with a bit of a smug smile on his face. "Surprise."

Bay's jaw dropped and she looked at everything in shock. There was packets of meat and different vegetables in the freezer. There was more meat in the fridge, along with eggs, bacon and milk. There were mason jars with canned fruits and veggies in her cabinets now, there was a sack of potatoes. It was enough to last at least a month, if not more, and only now did she notice the bowl with fresh peaches, apples and strawberries on the counter next to Daryl. "Please don't tell me you bought all this." she croaked out as she was on the verge of crying.

"Didn't spend a penny. Went hunting with my uncle. Got me a good big deer. Got meat for myself and Pat, got meat for you and the rest of the meat I traded for all of this stuff. My uncle knows a lot of people, he doesn't work, he gets by by hunting and trading the meat for other things. Talked to him on Thursday and arranged all this. We can do it more often and we will. Ya can't survive on that crap with all the chemicals in it, Bay. The money ya spent on that shit, you can spend on things like flour and sugar, cheese or whatever. Make yourself some decent shit. Ya know how to cook right?"

"Yeah... my grandma taught me..."

"Good. You got enough meat and vegetables for real meals for at least a couple of weeks. Don't ever wanna see a single pack of that shrimp noodle crap in here, alright? And yeah, I'mma check!" he threatened with a little smile and looked at her nervously. She looked shell-shocked and about to cry. He wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign. She just stood there, not saying anything. "Bay?" he asked when she still hadn't moved a minute later. She finally flicked her tear-filled eyes up at him and before he knew it, she was slung around him and hugging the hell out of him and her body was shaking from sobbing. "Bay?" he asked once more as he gently rested his hands on her shoulder blades. He was horrified that she was crying so hard.

"Thank you! You're... You're unreal, Daryl Dixon. You're not from this world. Thank you so much." she pressed her face into his chest and hugged him as hard as she could.

"So I did good?" he smiled slightly, finally getting the feeling that she was crying because she was so happy.

"Yes. Oh my God yes. You did more than good." she looked up at him and took his face in her hands. She pulled him towards her and gently and softly kissed his cheek a couple of times before she pulled back and looked him in the eyes for a moment. "You're an angel."

"Nah..." he blushed a little and looked away shyly. It made Bay want to kiss him even more. She wanted to tackle him to the ground and kiss his face all over and thank him a thousand times. She was so overwhelmed, she wasn't able to stop crying.

"I'm sorry, I need a minute, okay? I need a minute and I wanna get changed and then I'll make us some dinner, yes?" She let her thumbs stroke his cheeks briefly before she pulled away completely.

"Yeah, sounds good." he was smiling full-on now. He had hoped she'd be happy, but he hadn't expected her to be this happy. It felt incredibly good.

"Alright." Bay smiled through her tears and then quickly vanished into the bathroom. When the door clicked shut, Daryl suddenly remembered that it might still smell like sex in there, but much to his dismay, it was too late. It would look stupid to pull her out of there now. He hoped she wouldn't notice anything.

Bay meanwhile sat down on the closed toilet lid and cried it out. She tried to keep quiet, not wanting to make a scene by sobbing loudly, so she buried her face in a towel. It took a little while until she had calmed down. This weekend had been the best in a long time and she couldn't believe her luck. She fumbled with her cross necklace and laughed quietly. "Want to lure me back in, huh? I know we haven't been on good term in the past year, but maybe that's about to change. Thank you, God. Thank you so much for Daryl. You sent me the best you have. Take good care of my grandma. I'll go out there and make that wonderful man some dinner now. I'll talk to you soon." she pressed the silver cross against her lips for a short moment, then she took a deep cleansing breath and got up and changed into something comfortable. She was really happy. Finally things were really looking up for her.

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