Chapter Nineteen – Found

Days slowly passed and they returned to not talking much, and only looking at each other when necessary. She needed to talk to him, to feel him, to hold him. He always moved away from her, afraid of her. "We leave first thing, first light." Daryl woke her, a little before daylight. "We are a day away from Alexandria." They had been separated from their family for almost fifty sunrises.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Hey, Daryl, let's talk for once."

"Ain't so good at that." He snarled at her.

She moved from the bed to the floor where he was packing his stuff. She was on her knees infront of him, she pushed the pack out of the way and cupped his face with her hands. He looked terrified, much like a deer in headlights, as she slid one arm around his neck, and brought her lips to his. He tensed at first, but gave in, forcing her backward on the floor, hungrily kissing her. He hadn't felt the touch of anyone, or had any form of sex since before the turn. He yanked at her shirt, pulling the tank top over her head, brushing his fingertips across her collar bone. He looked at her, checking to make sure she was ok with this, with a nod of her head, he brought his lips down to kiss her collar bone, and nip at her skin, and he teased her, kissing every part of her chest, ignoring her nipples. He thumbed her left nub, rubbing a circle over it. He nipped her right breast, then slipped his tongue over her right nipple. He alternated between the two, feeling her hands knotted in his hair, dragging him closer to her, moaning. Her hips were arching, against him.

He pushed himself up, dragging her with him, and roughly pushed her back against the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. He grabbed her jeans, slipping his fingers below the waist line, waiting for her approval. Her hands numbly unbuttoned and unzipped them, her eyes never left him, he slid them off of her. Still wearing his jeans, he pressed against her. She moaned as she felt his hardness, straining against his jeans. She rocked against him, as he kissed her his hands cupping her face, his callouses felt amazing on her smooth skin. He was biting her neck, or the joint where neck met shoulder, she was running her nails up his back, whimpering.

Her hands fell to his pants, moving to unbuckle and push them down, as he slipped his hand between her legs. The wetness alone almost made him loose his mind. Slowly, deliberately he slipped a finger, than two along her clit and her hole, before slipping into her. She tilted her head back, groaning, moaning, and shivering slightly. He slipped his fingers in and out of her over and over again, rubbing his thumb over her clit. He mouth seemed glued to her neck, as he nipped and sucked on her skin. He felt her tighten, felt her orgasm building. She yelped and thrust her hips forward, he watched her breathing hitch and her body shake. He pumped into her two more times, then slipped his fingers out. He brought them to his lips, and licked. Her eyes opened, as she pulled his hips closer, she wiggled to the right angel. He kissed her lips, forcefully, then slowly entered her, rolling his hips into her. They found a rhythm.

He had never had sex with a girl not drunk before, he was wider than most guys, and had been informed by one unlucky sex partner that he was a torpedo, and she needed more shots to take him on. But this girl, Riley, she was tight, so very tight, and her body seemed to fit him like a glove, he had never managed to fit completely in to any girl, but Riley, he was ball deep, and losing his ability to control himself.

She smiled at him, "Go on… Do what you need…" She was whispering. He nodded, quiet, and then increase his force and his speed. If she was uncomfortable she didn't let it go, she tried hard to keep his pace, and raising her hips and wiggling the best she could. He thrust were erratic, and hard, each one pounding against her cervix. He yelped, strangled out her name "Rileyyy." And thrust one last hard time, burying himself completely against her core, he rested his forehead against her collar bone, her hips rocked slightly, her walls squeezing against him. He smiled into her chest, "Gotchya twice."

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Daryl…" It was wispy and simple the way she said it, he looked up at her and followed her gaze, the door was ajar, and Michonne stood in the door way, something between confusion and embarrassment.

"Guess you didn't die." Michonne turned sharply and shut the door.

"Damnit" Darly cursed under his breath. "Get ya ass dressed."

"Friend of yours?" Riley pulled her pants on, then her socks.

"She's family." Daryl tugged his shirt over his head, and was buttoning his pants when Riley came to stand beside him.

"Daryl, I love you." Riley looked into his blue eyes, he knew she ment it, and he felt sorry for her in that moment. Sorry that she was in love with him. She tucked her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek, then stepped back to put her boots on.

"You shouldn't." He threw open the door, and exited.

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