Newly Revised
There had actually been a bear. Daryl had thought it might have been a hallucination when she'd mentioned it the night before. However, when she showed him the tracks at sunrise, he was dumbfounded. By mid-morn they had found the thing munching on berries in the woods. It was a young adult black bear, only about three feet at the shoulder, and no more than three hundred pounds. Daryl was behind the bear while Ania had gone on ahead to climb up a tree. He was supposed to wait a few minutes before trying to get a kill shot. If his bolt didn't find purchase, she would be able to fire from her position when the bear reared up and give him time to knock a bolt back if she didn't manage to kill it. Thankfully, it was only what appeared to be a young black bear; they definitely wouldn't have been able to take it on if it had been a grizzly. Everything went according to plan as his bolt found purchase behind the bear's front shoulder, just below the ribs. The bear had reared up and roared before a second arrow penetrated its eye, stabbing its brain and dropping it like a sack of bricks. After finding a fallen branch thick enough, the two hunters had it hog-tied and ready for the long haul back to camp.
"Should we take your camp down?" Daryl asked as they returned to her tent.
"Nah, leave it. Got some place ta go if the group can' keep ta themselves regardin' business that ain' theirs," she answered. Continuing, she shot him a sly smile and raised her eyebrow, one hand placed on her cocked-out hip, "'Sides, we could always come back, jus' ya and me. Pretty secluded."
It was all of two seconds later that his lips were attacking hers. She smiled into the kiss as one hand grabbed a hold of his hip while the other snaked around his neck, playing with the short hair there. The desire was palpable as he held her tightly against him. All he could think of was how she had felt in his arms last night and how much more he wanted to feel of her. Both of them were drowning in each other, hands roaming all over each other's bodies. Her body arched into his and her hands wrapped tight around his neck as his slid down her ass before picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, arching her body into his and giving them both friction they moaned at. He knew this was a fast move, but there was only one way he was going to pull back from this little vixen now.
"You ever?" he asked against her lips.
"Nah, but I wanna," came her muffled reply.
"You sure, Ania?" he asked as he pulled back from her to look her in the eye.
She was absolutely beautiful in that moment, pupils blown and lips swollen, "I'm ya's, Daryl."
He carried her back into the tent shortly after, dropping her back onto the sleeping bag and laying down on top of her. The kiss they shared was passionate and full of desire. Daryl pulled away to work a trail with his lips down her jawline as his hands worked her shirt over her head. As soon as it was off, she was working her own fingers against the buttons of his shirt. After they were both topless, they resumed their feverish kiss. She had tried trailing her hands down his back only for him to catch both and hold them above her head with one hand, making her bear all his weight as he kissed her. He slowly moved down to her neck before kissing a trail down her body, stopping to appreciate both mounds of her breasts. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he rolled it with his tongue before sucking on it and moving on to the other bud. She moaned loudly at his ministrations and pulled him into another searing kiss as both pairs of hands quickly moved to the other's pants. There was no stopping either of them from getting what they wanted now.
Daryl pushed her hands away from his pants, bringing them up above her head and pinning them there as soon as she'd gotten his belt undone. He wanted to take his time and prepare her rather than than keeping at the fast pace they were going at right now. She mewled underneath him, arching her chest up into his, brushing her nipples against the light amount of hair the man on his chest. Writhing underneath him as he bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, Tea couldn't help the sounds of wanton desire she was making. Breathless moans, hitches in her breath, pleas for Daryl to keep going. Keeping both of her wrists in one hand, he moved the other to slowly and gently trail down her arm and down her side, coming up under her other breast. He squeezed it with his palm while rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he used his teeth to pleasure the other one.
"Please, Daryl, please," Tea begged, bucking against the leg he had between hers, needing some sort of friction to ease the pressure.
Daryl released her hands, moving back up her body to give her a searing kiss as his hand moved lower and lower down her body, coming to her front. He undid her belt, followed by the button, not bothering with the zipper as he dove his hand into her pants. He was shocked to find there was nothing there, propping himself up to look at her with a raised eyebrow. Taking in her flushed face as she turned her head, he took the opportunity to kiss her neck, causing her to hiss and buck into his hand.
"You're a naughty girl, you know that? Not wearin' anythin' under your pants," he gruffly whispered in her ear, feeling more than hearing her breathing hitch as his middle finger came to rest right against her clit.
He slid it slowly down through her lips, groaning at how wet she already was. Finding her slick opening, he tested her with his finger, slowly pushing it in to see how tight she was. Cussing as she practically sucked his finger in, he leaned back down and captured her lips before adding his forefinger, using his thumb to circle her clit as he scissored her opening, thrusting and spreading his fingers in tandem with each action. Tea could hardly catch her breath at the sensations he was causing. She was a virgin, but that didn't mean she hadn't used toys before. But what he was doing to her caused her stomach to tighten in ways she'd never felt before.
"Gods, D...Dare...Gods, Daryl, I need, I can'..."
"Fuck, girl, you're gonna cum already? Good. Get you nice and wet so I can fill you up."
Tea practically screamed into his mouth when he kissed her as her body was wracked by tremors and she felt herself clenching around Daryl's fingers as they forced their way in an out of her. Bringing her hand down to the front of his pants, she felt him through the fabric and inhaled sharply at the size of him. She let her other hand follow, managing to get his button and fly open before he stopped her by moving down her body. Kissing her skin and realizing just how scarred it was, he could only look up at her as she watched him. He trailed his tongue down her torso, dipping it in her belly button, making her huff out a laugh even as she bucked against his fingers. He continued his way down, removing his fingers from her and earning a dissatisfied mewl from her. He brought both hands to the hem of her pants and pulled them down, looking at her bare body as he took the offending item all the way off.
"Damn," he couldn't help but say. "Never had a meal look so pretty."
"Meal?" she asked timidly as he grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"Gonna learn a lot about yourself today, little girl," Daryl told her before putting his hands on her knees, feeling only slight resistance as he spread them open.
She was literally dripping, her juices weeping from her entrance. Daryl couldn't help but lick his lips as he told her to keep her eyes on him. Making direct contact, he forced her to watch as he kissed, licked, and bit a trail down her thigh, breathing out against her soaked lips and causing her breathing to hitch. A moan escaped her while her legs shook just from his breath.
"Sensitive little girl, aren't you?" he asked against her wetness, smacking her hip when she tried to turn away. "I said look at me."
"Daryl," she begged, her eyes snapping to him as his hand smacked against the back of her thigh a second time.
Daryl watched as even more juice flowed from her, licking his lips once again. Making sure she was watching him, he lowered himself enough to take her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it a few times before sucking on it and pinching it with his teeth. Tea watched him even as she moaned and tried to move, his hands moving under her legs to her hips to hold her in place. Her hands were gripping the sleeping bag tightly, doing her best to watch but failing a couple times, the sensations making her head fall back and eyes to close before snapping back to him.
He moved even lower, licking from the bottom of her entrance to her clit with the flat of his tongue before opening his mouth wide and thrusting his tongue inside her opening. She tasted divine and he couldn't get enough as he fucked her with his mouth; sucking, biting, and licking at everything she had to offer him and cleaning her juices with his tongue only for more to take it's place. Tea couldn't keep watching, her head falling back as her hands went to his hair, bucking up into his face. Her breathless moans had become cries of ecstasy as he brought one hand back down, slipping three fingers inside while teasing her clit with his tongue and teeth. Daryl felt the moment she came and deliberately kept thrusting into her as he sat back on his heels.
Using his other hand, he removed his pants halfway down his thighs before taking his fingers away from her, a plea for him not to stop coming from her mouth as he did so. Daryl stroked himself with the hand he'd removed from her, coating his cock with her juices as she watched, face flushed from their activities and his size alike. He smirked cockily as he lazily stroked himself, standing to finish stepping out of his pants.
"You ready, baby girl?"
Tea couldn't find it in her to answer in words. She simply nodded her head as she watched Daryl fall back to his knees and climb over top of her. Daryl wasn't planning on it, but as soon as he felt his head enter her, his hips thrust forward, forcing her to take him to the hilt in one swoop. He was surprised when he felt her start flitting around him as she cried out, her already tight opening squeezing him even harder and causing him to cuss.
"Fuck, baby girl. Are you okay?"
"Please, Daryl, gods," she said breathlessly, her hands tightly curled into his shoulders as she moved her hips against him. "Move, gods, please fuckin' move."
Daryl complied with a hiss, pulling halfway out before slowly pushing back in, forcing himself to go slow for her. It didn't last long, though, as she cried for him to move faster, bucking her hips up into him as he picked up the pace. As he got lost in the sensations, Daryl stopped caring so much about being gentle, using more and more of his strength to pound into her, bringing her knees up around his elbows so he had more leverage and greater depth. Tea was a writhing mess on the floor, her breathing uneven and her moans getting louder the harsher he got. She cussed and begged and said his name as he pounded into her. Daryl released one leg to grab her around the neck and bring her into a kiss that was all tongue and teeth, bearing his weight down on her as rutted into her.
"Such a fuckin' glutton for punishment," he gruffed into her ear before he pulled out of her and flipped her over.
He didn't even give her time to get comfortable before he had her hips in his hand, pulling her entrance back to his cock and slamming into her all over again. She cried out, making Daryl think for just a moment he was being too rough before she moved her hips to allow him a better angle. Using his arms as well as his hips to control his thrusts, he forced her to take him from tip to hilt over and over again, the sharp, snapping movements of his hips ringing loud and clear against her backside. And every time, he could feel the tip of his head hit the back of her walls, making him huff and cuss as he chased his release.
He could feel her juices dripping down his balls as her walls quivered against him. It seemed that that was all they knew how to do. Even as her arms and legs began giving out from his assault, she was still in a perpetual state of orgasm. When she slumped over, unable to prop herself on her arms anymore, Daryl took the opportunity to lay her flat on her stomach, laying his full weight against her as he buried himself to the hilt and rutted into her, feeling her walls press against his head as he grunted in her ear. He was so close, feeling his stomach and balls tighten, the string that held his orgasm back tight and taut, ready to snap at any second.
"Fuck," he cursed, propping himself up and pulling her with him, her hips coming up off the ground as kept a strong grip on her hips and pounded wildly within her.
When she screamed his name, that string snapped, and he thrust as deeply he could as he felt his seed spill within her. He couldn't help but keep thrusting a few more times before he released her, letting her collapse back to the sleeping bag as he fell with her, landing just off to the side as he slipped out, half his body landing on top of hers. Wrapping his arm around her middle, he pulled her further underneath him as his breathing steadied.
"You okay, Ania?"
"Mmm."
"Wasn't too rough, was it? Stopped thinkin' about it bein' your first time. Kinda went overboard."
"Daryl, I ain' gonna break that easily. Might a been my first time with a man, but I've yet ta meet a woman who didn' own at least one sex toy. On top a that, I liked porn. I really liked porn," she admitted, turning just enough to be able to look at him and the look of shock on his face before hiding hers again. "I really, really liked the rough sex porn. Ya jus', fuck. That was..."
Daryl just chuckled, kissing her shoulder before telling her, "Good, 'cause I ain't done yet."
~x~
They had taken a lot longer to get back to camp than expected. There was an ache deep inside her and between her legs that he had put there. Tea had bruises on her hips from his fingertips and spattered low on her chest and between her thighs from his teeth and lips. Her body still smelled like him as she trudged behind Daryl, branch on her shoulder helping to carry their kill. Tea was sure he smelled like her, too, his own body littered with trophies of their time together. They'd stayed in the tent until after noon, only leaving due to necessity. They'd stopped to take breaks a few times, each time resulting in more heated kisses and groping. For a while as they walked, she hadn't been able to keep the smile off her face, only for him to look back at her every so often and smirk when he saw it as she blushed and looked down. It was only when they got closer to the camp that her face had gone back to the stony expression she usually had. Daryl had looked back and smirked at her one more time as the camp came into view through the trees, noticing the fire in her eyes when he did.
It was a quiet evening when they finally got back. When Daryl first broke through the tree line, no one but Merle bothered to notice. The bear coming out next got people to look over, but it was when the small woman behind him emerged that the commotion really took place. Many members of the group started talking loudly asking where she had been and if she'd found the bear. The children were openly gawking at the thing while many of the adults were commenting about it. They'd barely managed to set it down where they skinned before Shane and Glenn were trying to talk to them. Merle, Lori, and Dale had also walked up, though they weren't nearly as animated.
"Where the fuck you been?" Shane asked at the same time Glenn questioned, "Are you okay?"
"In the woods and yes," came her reply, as if it weren't obvious.
"For ten days?" Shane commented.
"Ya eva hunt a gods damned bear?" Tea looked over at him with scrutiny. "Ain' that fuckin' easy and it can be really fuckin' dangarous if ya don' do it right. Caught it's tracks a little too close ta camp for my likin' and thought it'd make some good meat. I know how ta preserve it, turn it inta jerky usin' the sun. It'll last a good while if we ration it right. 'Sides that, a bear in my backyard with kids in the camp? Not takin' the chance. Wasn' sure if I could take it on my own and didn' expect Dixon ta take so long catchin' up ta me. Didn' wanna take the chance it'd follow me back ta camp, eitha. Got fuckin' lucky it was on the smalla side, othawise we could a had a problem."
"Ain't my fault you left no damn trail," Daryl quipped back, hiding a smirk as her skin turned just a tinge pink.
Glenn chimed in, "You've seriously just been stalking a bear in the woods all this time? It's been nearly two weeks!"
Getting frustrated she decided to answer with a half truth, "Look, I know I left camp without tellin' anyone. I needed ta be on me own for a bit, that's all. I had every intention a comin' back that day afta I'd cooled me head. Didn' mean ta be gone so long, but like I said, caught the trail a the bear."
"The fuck ya leave for in the first place?" Merle asked; something didn't add up and there was clearly something off about his brother. "You're a dumb bitch takin' off like that."
"Ya know why, Merle," she faced him with a glare. "Don' fuckin' push it."
"Still don't explain why you were gone so long," Shane said hotly.
"Again, ya eva hunt a damn bear? Ya gotta stay downwind at all times if ya smell, which ain' exactly easy, 'specially nowadays. And I sure as hell couldn' very well carry at least three hundred pounds back ta camp on my own. Been fuckin' difficult gettin' it 'ere as it is," she shot back.
She and Daryl had talked about what excuses she was going to use on the way back. It had been Daryl's idea to stretch the truth a bit; the only lie was that she had spent her time tracking the bear not running away. They each had their own reasons for not wanting to tell the camp the whole truth. Tea didn't want the others to know how weak she could really be let alone the strength of her emotions when they were present. Daryl just wanted to make her feel safe and didn't want her to feel any more judgment than she already was going to be getting and already had been dealing with . Ania was his woman now and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt her, not even Merle. He couldn't even chance to look at his brother just yet let alone get too close to him. Merle was smart enough to know that they weren't telling the truth, at least not all of it.
"What really happened, bitch?" Merle pressed, getting pissed off at the two silently working to string the bear up.
"I told ya," came the short answer.
"Now listen here," he started, going to grab her shoulder only for her to whip around and fix him with a glare. "I know damn well you're lyin'. At least ya ain't tellin' the whole damn truth. So start fuckin' talkin'!"
"Fuck ya, Merle," was the only response he got.
He was fuming and about to grab her anyway when Daryl popped up between them. "Leave it alone, Merle. This bear ain't gonna skin itself," he told him before he all but pulled the girl along with him to get her away from his angry older brother.
The next day, Tea had preserved most of the bear meat by cutting it into very thin strips and laying it out on a clean tarp on top of the RV. She left it in the hot Georgia sun for hours, flipping the meat every so often so it dried evenly. Daryl had helped her with it, Merle watching the two the entire time as if he wanted to strangle them, well, her. He'd caught the looks and touches the two gave each other while appearing to just be handing things off. He wasn't a fool, and if he let this shit continue, he'd be letting that little bitch make a fool of the both of them. Life around camp got a lot harder after that.
Merle was pissed that his brother was keeping something from him, and it obviously involved the little bitch. Whatever happened in those woods, the hunter was not willing to talk about it. For two weeks now they would leave to go on hunts, always in the opposite direction, but somehow came back together. He could have sworn he could smell the scent of sex on Daryl after they'd gone hunting over night last week. They also went off alone together for an hour or so when they thought no one was watching every so often. Merle had noticed every interaction and passing glance and touch. Those stupid smiles they shared whenever they caught each other's eye. He had had his suspicions and confirmed them four nights ago.
He followed them out of camp knowing he had to keep a safe distance. He'd waited fifteen minutes before getting up and finding their trail. A short time later, he found the two sitting at a log smoking pot. For one second he was momentarily distracted by the fact that the bitch actually did drugs, at least until he saw how they were sitting. His brother had been leaning against the girl, had settled right between her legs with his back to her stomach and his head on her shoulder like a little bitch. All he wanted to do was march over there and beat his brother black and blue. Since when was he such a little pussy? Merle had stayed just long enough to hear his brother affectionately call her something sounding like Tanya as he leaned his head back further into her shoulder. She leaned down and wrapped a hand under his head, pressing her lips to his. When Daryl's hand had reached back and entangled in her hair and deepening the kiss, Merle had had to stomp off. It took everything in him not to storm over there and tear them apart. Not only was he positive that they'd only gone out to hunt to screw around, but he knew that he couldn't do anything to the girl. He could tell his brother would stand up and defend the bitch if he did. He'd told the boy time and time again that she was just toying with him and now he'd fallen for her game hook, line, and sinker.
Merle had to get her alone. If she thought she could steal his baby brother away from him, she had another thing coming. He'd sat stewing over it for the last few days and finally decided on a plan of action. It was easy enough to get rid of her and all he had to do was say the right words; people might question it, but no one would have any proof. The only thing was trying to find time to with her alone. That's why when they came back from their trip and she mentioned a big trip to Atlanta, rather than just the two of them, he'd surprised everyone by volunteering. Surely the dumb bitch would go on the biggest trip she'd planned yet to make sure it went smoothly; she'd gone on most of the others. As long as he got her alone, he could easily put an end to the game she was playing with his brother. All he had to do was wait a few more days.
~x~
"You really gotta go on that run tomorrow?" Daryl asked Tea as they sat at their log near the quarry and smoked, thinking about the trip she had going with Glenn in the morning.
"Ya know I can' let Glenn go by himself," she told him, leaning down to kiss him as he looked up at her.
They were in their own little world as they sat there, Daryl enjoying the feeling of having her wrapped around him. The fact that he could just lean against her like this, be the one in the vulnerable position, and her cherish the fact that she could do it was something he prized just as much as she did. It was rare that he could just sit there with her, especially when they were in camp. The little kisses in the woods, small touches in camp when they were passing by or working with each other, they were barely enough to keep him steady, keep him remembering she belonged to him, especially when she'd walk around in those shirts, showing off half her stomach. One of these days he was going to drag her ass out into the woods to take what he needed. This time at the log, though, this was precious to both of them.
"Could send someone else," he suggested.
"Nah, I wanna go. Got a couple a things I wanna get myself."
"Like what?"
"Jerky, juice, ya know. Jus' some stuff," she said, turning her head and looking away from Daryl, a slight blush staining her cheeks.
Daryl looked at her closely and smirked while running his hand slowly up her arm and to her chin, turning her face back to look at him, "What are you gettin', Ania?"
"Jus'...jus'...damn it, Daryl! There's jus' somethin' I wanna do 'fore the big trip and I need a little somethin' ta do it. Happy now?"
"And what is it you want to do?" he asked her, sitting up and turning towards her, one hand on his upturned knee.
"Jus' somethin', alright!" she said as her face turned red. "Gods, Daryl, please, please don' make me say it out loud. Jus'...jus' meet me at the camp tamorrow night! We'll go huntin' the day afta and...well...I...I..."
"You'll show me then, huh?" he finished for her with a smirk.
"Gods, what the hell have ya done ta me?" she said, trying to hide her face, but Daryl grabbed her hands before she could.
"Nothin' you ain't done to me, girl," he said, pulling her in for a kiss.
When he pulled away, she had a soft, dopey smile on her face, looking at him with an expression that made his heart throb and his own cheeks to start burning. He couldn't put his finger on what that look was, but damn if it didn't make him feel special as he leaned back against her, getting comfortable as she passed the freshly packed bowl to him. Daryl lit the bowl and took a hit before bringing her palm to his lips and kissing it, holding it to his chest as she took a hit herself. Putting the bowl down, she leaned forward and brought his lips to hers, giving him the smoke before kissing him in earnest, both stopping only momentarily to exhale before their lips met again in a sweet, breathy moment.
Daryl wrapped her long tresses around his hand pulled her with him as he laid down on the forest floor, pulling her on top of him. He kept the kiss sweet and slow even as he felt himself get excited, not wanting to take her here, this close to camp. He'd wait until whatever she had planned out at their camp tomorrow. It was just that if she was going on a run, he needed her to know what she had to come back for. Who she had to come back for. Pulling away, he brought her head down to his chest and just looked up at the sky as he wrapped his arms around her.
"You make sure you come back to me, you hear?" he told her as he rubbed her back while she shifted to get more comfortable, choosing to move one leg between his as she slid from straddling him.
With a sigh as she cuddled close into his side, "Don' gotta worry 'bout that. I'll always come back ta ya, I promise. No matta what, I'll find my way back ta ya."
"You better," he said as he brought one arm up under his head and sighed, holding her to him and just enjoying the moment with his girl under the darkening Georgian sky. "You better."
~x~
"What do you want whiskey for, anyway?" Glenn asked, watching as she stashed the bottle into her bag. "I could have gotten it for you, you know. You didn't have to come with me."
"Jus' need it for somethin'. Don' worry 'bout it and don' tell anyone I got it, okay? Ain' goin' ta anyone else anyway and I don' need Merle breathin' down my neck. Man's already hopped up on dope enough. Don' need ta add alcohol inta the mix. And I didn' jus' get the whiskey. Ya jus' didn' see what else I grabbed," Tea told him, not actually caring if he saw the carton of smokes or the zippo and lighter fluid she'd gotten as a gift for Daryl, but not really wanting him to ask questions either.
"Alright. Well, we've got everything on the list. You said you wanted to be back by tonight so you could head out to go hunting?"
"Yeah, found some fresh game trails last night," Ani told him.
While it was true that she'd caught some fresh trails that lead towards the cabin, she was just using that as an excuse to get Daryl out there. They'd be lucky if they actually were able to bag a deer, but they might be able to get some rabbits and definitely would be able to get some more squirrel. For right now, anyway, the squirrel population was abundant. She and Daryl would have to be careful as the seasons wore on if they were to keep hunting the damn things to feed the group, though. If they didn't give the furry little creatures time to repopulate, they wouldn't have much to hunt in the coming years.
"Isn't Daryl hunting today?"
"Yeah, but that don' mean the man can hunt at night, when some a the betta prey get more active. Ain' got my night sense."
"Night sense?" Glenn said with a chuckle as they loaded the back of her SUV with more supplies for the camp.
"Night vision," she corrected, not wanting to get into the semantics of how the loss of light at night increased her hearing, too; such was the way of senses sometimes.
"Think I could drive back?" Glenn asked as she closed the tailgate.
"Hell nah! Ya ain' drivin' Baby back! Ya ain' eva touchin' 'er steerin' wheel," Tea told him. "Jus' like ya eva touch my radio again, I'll bite ya finga off! Donchya know? Driva picks the music; shotgun shuts 'is pie-hole."
"But it was techno!"
"I don' care. My car, my tunes, my say. Ya touch my tunes again, I'm gonna make ya wish ya were dead."
~x~
"Daryl? Ya here yet?" Tea called out as she reached the camp just before sunset.
When no one answered, she cautiously stepped up to the tent and ratted on it, making sure nothing was inside as best as she could. Unzipping it, she shined a light inside, finding it empty much to her disappointment. With a sigh, she zipped it back up and took off her shoes. Pulling the bottle of whiskey from her bag, she opened it and took a healthy swig of the stuff, hissing as it stung its way down her throat. She sat back and opened up a bag of sweet and spicy jerky she'd picked up, taking a large piece and shoving it in her mouth.
Tea was nervous, and the fact that Daryl wasn't here was making her worry even more. She washed the jerky down with another healthy swallow of whiskey, the burn from the jerky being replaced by the burn from the liquor. For the next few minutes, she repeated the process of a bite of jerky and swig of whiskey before putting the cap on the liquor and closing the jerky bag. The warmth that was spreading through her body from the whiskey had her impatient as she left the tent and started a fire. The moon had risen quite high in the sky before Daryl finally emerged from the tree line, making a b-line right to her as she stood from her squatting position by the fire.
His lips met hers in a searing kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as she eagerly met his with hers. While one of his hands wound its way into her hair and the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him, hers went into his short locks, fingernails gently scraping against his scalp. The liquor was working as she brazenly chased after his tongue as he went to pull back, keeping the kiss going until they were both completely breathless and burning with desire.
"You've been drinkin'?" Daryl asked as he leaned his forehead against hers. "Is that what you needed, liquor?"
"Maybe," she said coyly with a sly grin.
"What you need whiskey for, girl?"
"Come inta the tent and I'll show ya," she told him, one eyebrow raised with a smirk playing on her lips, purposely turning slowly in his arms before walking to the tent and entering, turning on the small lamp inside.
Following her inside, Daryl took off his boots before picking up the bottle of whiskey and taking a nice long drink himself as he sat down and leaned back against the log they'd brought inside specifically for that purpose. Tea sat next to him, her nerves shooting sky high again as the man continued to look at her with expectation. Reaching out and taking the bottle from Daryl and taking a healthy drink herself, she couldn't help but make a face at the whiskey as it went down. Daryl scoffed at her before retaking the bottle from her. It was only a fifth, and Tea had already drank a quarter of it before Daryl came. After a few back and forth's between them, there was only a third of the bottle left. They were both starting to feel the effects of the liquor, but Daryl was beginning to get annoyed by her stagnation.
"So, what'd you get this for, huh? Or you gonna pussy out and not tell me?"
"Gee, be a jerk why don' ya?"
"Why don't you stop beatin' around the bush and just get on to it?" he shot back at her, taking another drink of the whiskey as she glared at him, fixing her with a look of his own. "Well?"
"Gods, are ya always this much a prick when ya drink?" she said, snatching the bottle and finishing it off, throwing it across the tent as she straddled his lap. "Can' help my nerves. Ya the first man I eva touched," she said, bringing her hands to either side of his head and leaning in to give him a quick, but sensual kiss. "Ya've tasted me," she said, grinding down on him and kissing him along his jaw. "Now I want ta taste ya. Don' got much experience with bein' with a man, though. Can' get pissed at me for needin' a little liquid courage for my first time doin' somethin' like this," she whispered as she pressed another kiss to his lips, deepening it and entwining their tongues in a heated battle.
When she pulled away, he literally ripped her shirt open, scattering buttons everywhere before bringing his arms around her from behind under the fabric. Tea chuckled for all of one second before moaning as Daryl bit into the soft spot on her neck, caressing the spot with his tongue before licking a trail up her jaw. His hands moved from clutching her to him to gently moving up her body to her shoulders, sliding the fabric down as he removed her hands from his neck. As soon as they were free, Tea's hands found their way under the hem of his own shirt, slowly working her way over the hard plains of his stomach and up to his chest. As she pulled away from the kiss, he let her work the shirt up and over his head where he took over and threw it away. With a smirk, he leaned back on the bed, folding his arms behind his head.
"Well, get on with it, girl."
"Dammit, Daryl!" Tea said, her face going almost as red as the crimson comfort bra she had on, unable to take his greedy look and turning her head away.
Daryl reveled in the color staining her cheeks as she looked down, bringing one hand up to her face and bringing her gaze back towards him. "You ain't backin' out on me, are ya?"
She shook her head as his thumb stroked her bottom lip, the tip of her tongue coming out to touch the tip. Daryl took that as a go ahead to press the digit into her mouth, against her tongue, his eyes darkening at the thought of what she wanted to do. Tea was still straddling him, and she took that as an advantage to lean down and kiss him deeply after he removed his thumb. His hand helped pull her bra up over her breasts, Tea breaking the kiss to pull it over her head completely, it following along the lines of Daryl's shirt. Leaning back down, she pressed a few sweet kisses to his lips before beginning to lay a trail of soft kisses along his jaw until she met the conjuncture of his jaw and neck, biting him gently and eliciting a groan from Daryl as he leaned his head back just a bit.
Biting, sucking, and kissing her way down his neck, she couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped herself as she moved to where one of his legs was between hers, accidentally brushing herself against him. Scoffing at her, he unbent his leg so that she couldn't do that again, earning a little nip to his collarbone as she began moving lower down his body. Kissing and licking a trail down his chest she looked up at him, meeting his steely blue eyes as he smirked down at her, making her blush even more as her hands shakingly found their way to the front of his pants. Even though he was smirking, Tea couldn't help but breath a little heavier at how his lips were parted and he was taking deep, even breaths as he watched her.
As she undid his belt, followed by his button, she couldn't help but lean back a bit to watch as she unzipped his pants. With a shaky breath, she moved her hands along his hips bringing them down low enough for her to lick along his Apollo's belt, reaching her hand in and gently taking hold of his member and pulling it free of his clothes. Sucking in a breath and letting it go right above his head, she kept her eyes on him as his own breathing began to come out heavily. She lowered her head, flicking her tongue out and tasting the salty, heady taste of the tip. Stroking his shaft as she sucked his tip into her mouth, Tea kept moving down. She took as much of Daryl's length into her mouth as she could, doing her best to loosen her throat but still gagging before she could take him to the hilt.
"Fuck," Daryl hissed, mesmerized by the sight of her green eyes looking up at him as her lips and hand was wrapped around him.
Tea couldn't help the moan that escaped her around his shaft as she sucked back up, twirling her tongue around the head before slowly moving back down his shaft. One of Daryl's hands came to her hair, gently moving and holding it to the side to get and keep the amazing view. One of her hands was wrapped around the inch or so that she hadn't been able to take while her other rested against his hip, his other hand coming to wrap around her forearm as his hips started bucking. Tea did her best to take him just a little further each time she slowly bobbed her head, twirling her tongue with each pass until she looked up at him with her nose buried in his pubes and her hands on both his hips. The image was too much for Daryl, who's hands gripped her hair as his hips took a life of her own. He couldn't help but groan a curse as she did her best to let him do what he wanted until she gagged as he buried himself deep in her throat and grunted his release.
"Holy fuck, girl," Daryl said as he pulled her off him. "Thought you said you'd never done that."
"Don' mean I ain' seen it bein' done. Told ya I've watched porn," she said as she straddled him once again. "Can' believe I swallowed without even tastin' it. My throat kind a hurts."
"Sorry," he told her, leaning forward and kissing her throat under her chin and making her moan. "Your turn."
"Eh?" she asked, the liquor clouding her mind as all she wanted to do was kiss the man senseless but instead being tossed back onto the sleeping bags.
Daryl dropped his pants as he stalked towards her, his own hands gripping the waistband of her pants and all but ripped them down. Tea chuckled before groaning as she watched Daryl moving in on her like a predator stalking its prey. He reached out and grabbed one ankle, pulling her to him as he placed it on his shoulder and bent down to kiss the inside of both thighs. Looking at her glistening sex, he couldn't help but lick his lips, his eyes turning up to hers only to smile when he found that she was still watching him anyway.
"Keep those gems on me, baby girl," he told her before lowering his head and licking her from her opening to her clit.
Gently rolling the nub between his teeth, he opened his mouth wide and licked and sucked at her, flicking his eyes from hers to what he was focused on between her legs. Every time his eyes looked up, her green orbs were on him, making him slowly start to grow again. Those damn eyes of hers were going to be the death of him as she moaned and brought her hands to his hair, finally unable to hold her head up as her legs began shaking. Her breath was heavy and labored until muffled cry escaped her lips, Tea having brought her hand up to her lips in an attempt to hold back her sounds. Daryl growled and tore his lips from her core only to flip her over and smack her ass as he lined himself up with her opening.
"Let me hear you," he demanded.
"D...D...gods, Daryl, please," she pleaded, not caring about how needy she sounded; it would only make Daryl more greedy with how much he loved hearing her. "Please, I need ya. Gods, Daryl, I need ya."
"You sure about that, baby girl," he growled lowly, rubbing himself along her ass before moving it between her legs, slicking himself with her juices.
"Please," she mewled, grinding back against him and feeling his length rubbing against her clit. "Daryl, please, I wanna feel ya. Please, Daryl. Please."
"After the treat you gave me, baby girl, how can I refuse?"
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than did he seat himself firmly inside her. Setting a rigorous and grueling pace, he pounded her hard, bottoming out with every thrust as she knelt on hands and knees. Wrapping her hair around his hand, he pushed between her shoulder blades and forced her down until her chest was pressed to the ground and her hips were jutted out even farther. Keeping his hand in the same place, he used his other to keep her hips steady and continued pounding into her, slapping her ass for good measure every now and then as he worked. When her walls started to spasm around him, he pushed her down on to her stomach, one leg between his as he stayed on his knees. Releasing her hair, he used both hands to keep her where he wanted her as he bucked harder, her moans drowning out his own grunts.
Her cries of ecstasy grew louder as he raced towards his own finish, burying himself as deep as he could. As his seed spilled inside, his own muscles turned to jelly, causing him to lay on top of her, his stomach and chest pressing against her back. Staying inside her, he wrapped his arms around her, rolling onto his side and bringing her with him. Her heavy breathing turned into a sigh as she ground back against him, causing him to hiss and smack her ass again.
"Keep that up, you ain't gonna be gettin' any sleep."
"Gotta hunt."
"Already got a buck. Strung it up in the trees."
"Really now?" Tea said as she moved herself against him again, slower and more deliberately. "Guess that means the early start has turned inta no start."
"I can get behind that," Daryl told her as he moved to lay on top of her again. "Hell, don't even need to leave the tent 'til it's time to go back."
With a searing kiss, he entered her again, the sound of her voice calling his name driving him onwards twice more before they finally collapsed against each other in a state of blissful sleep.
