Lara was smiling, blushing and felt mildly giddy. She hadn't felt anything like it before. She had finally kissed Daryl, or he had kissed her. And it had been so, soo good. His lips had been insistent and demanding, yet he'd been soft and gentle too. Even as she grabbed her weapons for hunting and her pack she felt her heart still hammering. He had kissed her and he felt something for her.
Her brain was trying to push the negative, anxiety ridden, intrusive thoughts - that she usually used to help her plan - about Daryl at her.
He didn't want a girlfriend. This might be a one time deal. To be fair she'd take it. She had a huge thing for him and she was more than a little horny, pretty much all the time. Sure she'd prefer something more permanent but if that day or night was all she'd get she'd make the damn most of it.
Barton might just want her cause he thought someone else did. Lara scoffed at her internal thoughts, so what. He still wanted her.
Barton would take one look at her scars and- and he'd already seen her naked. He might want Lara to keep her clothes on, but he knew what was under them.
She ran back out of her room, along the long corridor of the admin building and back out towards the courtyard where he was hopefully still waiting on her.
Ain't no one but me ever gonna love ya. Ain't ever gonna want ya. She blinked and took a deep breath. No one ever said anything about love. Sure she felt something, but she was happy with a hookup. As long as she kept Barton in her life as a friend after she didn't care that he wouldn't ever love her.
She was honest enough with herself to admit that last bit was shit. She cared a bit. But not enough.
Daryl was standing with his arms folded and his back straight, shoulders tense. Merle was next to him with a shit eating grin across his face. She swore if the older redneck screwed this up for her before they'd even screwed she was gonna take his other hand while laughing.
She decided the best way to avoid a fight or to have him decimate her good mood she'd just avoid him. "Barton? Ya ready!" Lara called not walking any closer to the Dixon's.
Daryl looked over and gave a twitch of his lips despite the blush that lit his face. He grabbed his pack, said something to his brother and headed over to her.
"C'mon, let's get out of here before everyone wants to sit and talk," Lara gave a fake shudder as Daryl reached her.
"Fine wit' me," Daryl agreed. They walked through the gates and didn't look back even as the catcalls and wolf whistles started up. Why did she like those assholes again? She ignored the fact if the boot was on the other foot she'd be leading the pack in annoying them.
They were silent as they made their way into the forest. Lara wasn't sure what to say. Daryl neither by the way he kept glancing at her then away.
She hated awkwardness. She didn't deal well with it. She'd told him before and he knew she was as blunt as a brick to the face. She didn't wanna fuck this shit up, but she wasn't gonna change who she was either.
As soon as they hit the trees Lara spoke, as though the bare husks, their leaves shed, would offer some protection from others watching.
She forced herself to take Daryl's hand and was relieved when he interlocked his fingers with hers. "I've had a huge crush on you, pretty much since day one. If this ain't more than a booty call for you, you might wanna tell me now. I mean I'll take it but it'd be nice to know."
Lara felt her face burst into a blush, brick to the face indeed.
Daryl's footsteps faltered and she heard his breathing hitch. "Just jumpin' straight in there?" Barton muttered but she could hear the grin in his voice.
"Don't see the point in not. I'll just drive myself crazy if I don't," Lara admitted with a self deprecating laugh. She knew her faults all too well and he knew most of them by now too.
Barton sucked in some air and let it out slowly through his teeth. "Ain't good talkin' 'bout this stuff. But I like ya too. Ever since I see ya take down almost a damn herd on ya own with a goddamn sword, I liked ya. Don' know what this is," he raised their joined hands pointedly. "But I want it. Don' want no one else, don' want ya to be with no one else."
Her heart sank a little. So this was just about Jesus. Still, he wanted her.
"Ya know Jesus isn't interested in me, right?"
Daryl shrugged. "It don' matter, still don' wanna see ya with any one. But me." The last bit was said in a voice so quiet she was almost sure she'd misheard him.
Lara's tongue came out and ran along the groove in her lip. She hated the fact she was so self destructive, she tried not to. Not to do it this time, but the filter that stopped that shit happening seemed to have broken for her long before the world became the cess pool it currently was.
"I ain't easy ya know?"
Barton's hand tightened the smallest amount around hers. "Don' matter, can take things slow. I ain't an animal, I can wait, long as ya need."
Lara frowned up at him, what the hell did he mean? She ran through the conversation in her head. Then she laughed, Barton stopped walking and looked at her with a small frown and a twitch of his lips. "What?"
"Oh Barton, I meant I'm not an easy person. That aspect, I'm gonna be the easiest lay you ever had. Three years without sex and months of admiring you from afar without being able to touch. Nah, that part, easy fuckin' peasy, no the part where…" Lara closed her eyes and swallowed, her mom's voice echoed through her mind. "I ain't lady like, I curse too much, I'm too strong willed, I don't take orders or direction well. I'm not usually the kind of woman…"
Daryl pulled Lara close to him, he placed his fingers under her chin and lifted it gently so her eyes were on his. "It's wha' I like abou' ya, now shut up woman." Daryl bent his face and took her lips with his forcefully. HIs hands were gentle on her face, his body pressed close against hers.
When Barton pulled away Lara couldn't help but smile widely up at him, her heart fluttering, her stomach leaping.
"I like Jesus as a friend, I ain't gonna stop talking to him, but you should know before ya get pissed every time you see it; Jesus is gay," Lara blurted out as they started walking again, hands once more joined.
"Huh, wouldn't ta guessed," Barton shrugged unphased, his breaths coming out in little clouds of steam. It was cold but Lara thought Spring was around the corner, one last cold snap and they'd start being able to plant and farm again.
"Ya brain's always ticking, I an hear it now. What'cha thinkin' about?"
Lara smirked up at Barton; "you and me, in my room later tonight when the nosey fuckers aren't around."
Daryl groaned and squeezed her hand tighter. "Been a while fer me too, might not be…" He trailed off, his blush becoming more pronounced and his head dropping awkwardly.
"Hey, Barton, don't stress it. If ya meant it there's not just tonight. We can, do like ya said, take it slow. Work our way up. Plus I'm not sure if I remember how to…" Lara trailed off with her own blush. Screw the last conversations, this one was unbelievably awkward. Maybe they should just rip the bandaid off, right there in the woods? No. Too exposed, too many dangers.
Daryl looked her up and down. "Think we'll figure it out. C'mon let's actually do some huntin' or it'll give them assholes more ammo ta use."
"So I need to keep quiet and stare adoringly at you then instead of sitting and waiting bored?" Lara chuckled.
"Same as usual then," Daryl nudged her shoulder with his bicep.
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Daryl had known goin' back ta the Pound was gonna bring him an ass load of shit. But dinner that night was almost unbearable.
Lara 'an him had brought back a few more squirrels so they were havin' 'em in a stew for dinner, something Bob had made which was pretty damn good.
Goldilocks had been dragged to a table with Kill Bill, Maggie, G.I. Jane and Carol. Tyreese sitting with the kids for once with Rain, T-Dog and Sasha. Whatever the fuck the two tables were talkin' about was apparently hilarious as the two were laughin' it up.
Daryl had been dragged to another table by his bro. Red, Glenn and Rick had joined 'em.
"I need ta give ya the speech then Darylina?" Merle smirked as they all started eating.
Red let out a loud bark at that. "Might be too late for that Candyman, Barton and Princess were out there for a mighty long time. I'm guessing they already made sweet, sweet love."
Daryl tried to ignore them. His hand tightened on his fork and he stabbed at his stew angrily.
They hadn't done nothing more than kiss once or twice, couldn't be doing that shit out there.
"Ignore them Daryl, I'm real happy for ya," Rick smiled genuinely. At least someone had his back. "Just remember, wrap it up, ya don't want any little Daryl's running around yet. Enjoy the honeymoon period while it lasts." Yeah, Rick could get fucked too. All the guys laughed at the Sheriff.
He didn't take his eyes off his stew. He wondered if he could get away with stabbing anyone or if that'd be a strike against him.
"Andrea and Tommy have been stomping around this place like bears with sore heads though," Glenn pointed out, nodding to where Andrea sat eating alone frowning at her plate.
"Did you know his actual name is Brent?" Rick asked and Daryl finally looked up.
"It is? I thought his name was Tommy?" Glenn raised his eyebrows.
Daryl nodded he'd thought that too.
"Hell, I thought it was Tommy, Lara never called 'im anythin' else, ever," Merle looked shocked.
"Apparently she said she didn't like the name and changed it there and then. He hates being called Tommy," Rick said sagely.
Daryl snorted, along with Merle and Red, he was gonna be Tommy Boy for as long as he was around. No one was gonna be calling him Brent. What the hell kinda name was Brent anyway? Though Daryl guessed it did suit the preppy college boy thing he had going on.
"Sucks ta be him then," Red chuckled with a shake of his head before his face became more serious. "I like ya Barton, a lot. Ya a solid guy. But, do I need to give ya the 'hurt her I'll gut ya like a fish' speech? Cause I will. Lara saved me and Rosita from a world of shit an' gave us this place. I respect her and will go to battle for her again and again."
Daryl huffed out a sigh. He didn't want to talk about his business with no one else. He still couldn't believe Lara wanted him, let alone was willing to do whatever the hell it was they were doing with him. He knew some of her past, he wasn't the greatest guy but he wouldn't ever raise a hand to her, wouldn't hurt her on purpose. He figured the rest they'd work out together or somethin'. Hell if he knew he'd never done this before and he felt nervous enough about it without these assholes banging on about shit.
"Ya kidding me right? We should be giving Lara this speech, she was the one who killed her last boyfriend," Rick said, not sounding as if he was joking.
He wasn't wrong, but then her ex had been the worst kinda person. The world was better off without that son of a bitch.
"Ya gotta point there officer friendly. O' course, her ex deserved it an' she had someone to help 'er. Still I'm betting Mitch there'd do it. Best make sure yer damn careful with that one lil bro," Merle laughed before scraping his bowl of stew with his spoon.
Daryl rolled his eyes as the others all laughed.
"Question is, which one of us has the biggest gonads ta be having this speech with the Princess. My balls might be swinging low but even they ain't big enough ta be laying down the law with that particular woman," Red asked the table sotto voice.
Daryl joined in laughing at that one. Hell he wasn't sure that all of them together would have enough balls to take on Goldilocks and win.
"Don't worry, we know you. You won't hurt her. Not like that, never like that," Glenn said in a quiet voice while looking away.
"Well said Flash," Merle growled with a nod.
Red cleared his throat and looked around before leaning in. "So, ya reckon ya can keep her inside the gates now?"
Daryl laughed at that, a proper belly laugh.
He was glad when dinner was over and done. Glenn was on clean up duty, Rick had to take over watch from Tommy Boy and Red went over to join the kids, where Lara was. It left just him and Merle.
He stretched and wondered if he could just fein tiredness and go to his room. He looked to his brother. The uncomfortable set to his face told him he was getting ready to say somethin' he didn' wanna.
Merle cleared his throat a couple of times.
"Jus' spit it out," Daryl snapped his stomach twistin'.
"She ever told ya anythin' 'bout… her past or… anythin'?"
Daryl frowned, glancing over his shoulder to get a glance at the her in question. She was sitting at the table with Twink in her lap and judging by the soft look on her face and the way she leant forward she was telling the kids a story. Even Carl was looking interested and he usually tried to pretend he was too old for that shit.
"A bit. Told me abou' her ex," Daryl muttered, he wasn't gonna tell Goldilocks business. Not even ta Merle. "Some about her mama."
Merle whistled through his teeth. "More than I thought. Ya know there's more though, yeah?"
Daryl nodded, he knew there was more bullshit Lara had been through that she hadn't spoke to him about yet. Maybe wouldn't ever tell him.
"Then ya know… ya can't be like dad." Merle raised his hand and his stump as Daryl went to stand and throw a fist at his brother. His nostrils flared, his temper burnt and his fists clenched. He could spit right then. "I know ya ain't like him. I know ya ain't gonna hit her and I know that if ya did she'd lay ya flat. I mean. The mouth. Ya got it in ya. We both have. We can be mean sons of bitches when we want and we do it without thinkin' abou' it. Ya gotta think abou' it with the Princess though. Ya blow up at 'er and its more than just words. She takes it in and she takes it on. Ya hear me?"
Daryl looked away and at the floor. Merle wasn't wrong. The Dixon's had explosive tempers. Their words were like weapons. Like razor wire and they garotted with them. Nah. Merle wasn't wrong.
He'd also noticed that Lara never took on people's compliments but their grievances with her weighed on her. She listened to all the bad shit but ignored the good when it came to herself. Despite her outgoing persona, her take no prisoners bravado, her bluster, she had no self confidence, non at all. She was really good at faking that shit though.
"I hear ya," Daryl said quietly. He'd have to think on what he said when he got angry as he was sure to do. Sounded easier than he knew it was gonna be.
Could be that she wouldn't want him around for long though. Could be that this would be over as soon as it'd started.
Merle nodded. "I know ya'd never be like 'im, ya couldn't. Ya ain't got it in ya. Yer not like me."
Daryl frowned at his brother. His brother who'd finally got his shit together, wasn't running with the wrong crowd no more, hell, wasn't running the wrong crowd no more. The guy who sat next to Michonne and laughed with her, who'd forgiven Rick and Glenn, not T-Dog yet, but miracles didn't happen overnight. The man he really remembered from his childhood.
"Ya ain't him. Look at ya. Never hurt the kids, never could. Ya sure as hell ain't smacking Carol around."
Merle let out a huff. "So ya know about that then?"
"Course I do, I ain't blind," Daryl rolled his eyes.
"I hit Lara. Damn near beat her skinny ass. When she first found me," Merle's voice was low, ashamed.
Daryl huffed then. "Yeah I know. Know ya were outta it when ya did and what she don't hold it against ya. Know as soon as ya came back to yerself ya looked out for her, cleaned up so ya wouldn't hurt her nor the kids again. Ya ain't him. Ya ain't dad."
Merle wiped his flesh hand across his face, focusing on his eyes. He nodded once and cleared his throat. "Gonna hit the hay. See ya lil' bro."
"Yeah. See ya."
Daryl watched his bro go then went to get his shit and go shower. He'd been in the woods all day and was sure he smelt like it too. Plus he thought a shower would help him relax after that last conversation. It was too heavy, too much and neither Dixon was good at that.
When Daryl got to the administration block, his hair still dripping wet and a towel around his neck to stop his wife beater getting soaked it was to find Lara stood in her doorway. She looked nervous, was shifting from foot to foot and her tongue kept darting out to the groove in her lip. She was wearing a plain white tank top and the same jeans she'd been wearing all day, her hair was down and she was without her weapons. She looked hot as ever.
"Hey," Lara greeted him with a grin despite the blush she was sporting. Her shoulders were back and she stopped shuffling. She had the same false confidence slung around her as she usually did before she went into battle. She was scared or worried.
Daryl stopped at her door and leant against the wall. He chewed at his lip as he looked down at her. "Hey. Ya okay?"
Lara's blush deepened, though not to the bright red it had been when she'd realized he'd heard her conversation with the girls. "I'm okay. I… erm… did ya wanna erm… come in?" She gestured with her head to her room.
Daryl swallowed. He'd just taken himself in hand in the shower to thoughts of her and he was already twitching at the thought of being in her room with her for more than waking her up from a nightmare. "Yeah, sure."
It was more awkward as they entered her room and both sat on her bed, both staring at the floor. Her room wasn't quite as spartan as his but it wasn't much better. She had a nice quilt and loads of pillows. She also had a mirror and some girly shit in front of it plus a load of hair ties. Other than that she had shit loads of weapons and some cartons of smokes. Her clothes were away in the drawers the mirror was perched on top of. Candles were on top of the singular bedside table other than that it was empty. Not even a rug for the stone floor. He made a mental note that next time was on a run he'd pick her one up. In this weather the floor must freeze her feet in the morning.
"Screw this," Lara muttered, making Daryl look up in shock before he had an armful of the slight woman.
Her lips pressed to his and her hands clutched his shoulders for balance.
Daryl's body reacted quicker than his brain. His hands went to her hips where his fingers dug in slightly as he positioned her on to his lap. He kissed her back as eagerly as her lips were attacking him. She felt so fucking good against him like that, her fingers splayed across his shoulders, her ass almost but not quite in his crotch.
Now they were alone he dared let his tongue trace the path hers always did, from her full bottom lip, along the shallow groove up to the top, then across begging for entrance. He needed to taste her again. He pulled her even tighter against him as she moaned. She felt so damn right against him like that.
Her hands ran down from his shoulders and along his chest, a shiver crept up his spine at the touch and his tongue thrust into her mouth in a mimicry of what he wanted to be doing to her right then. He shuddered as her hands reached down the planes of his stomach coming to rest at the bottom of his wife beater.
Daryl moved to kissing her neck as she pulled away gasping. He tasted the hollow of the throat, along her jawline to the slight dip just behind her ear. She gasped as he hit that spot and he smirked as he kissed just a little harder. Almost a nip but not quite. Fuck she tasted so good. Just pure fucking Lara.
He hadn't noticed she was taking his shirt off until she tried to tug it over his arms. He moved back and helped her. She'd seen his scars, she wouldn't judge or care.
Daryl's cock sprang fully to life as Lara kissed his neck, then licked a path down to his chest, her tongue dipping down lower until she was bent awkwardly but tickling just above that line of hair that led to his dick. He gasped. If she did lick any lower there was a chance he wouldn't last despite his earlier release. Especially as this fantasy had played out many, many nights in his head as he'd gripped himself alone in his room and made himself cum to just this thought.
Daryl stopped her pulling her back up his body, desperate to feel her soft skin again. See if it was just as fucking perfect as his sleep addled brain had made it out to be. If those nipples reacted the same way that was burnt into his brain, if her ass was just as fucking delicious.
He made to pull up her tank but she stopped him with a simple, gentle hand to his wrist. He instantly froze.
"Ya, don't have to if ya don't want. I'm not gonna be offended, ya know, if ya want me to keep my clothes on," Lara muttered her eyes not meeting his, her chin down.
He really, really wanted to rage against the fucker that had done this to her. Made her feel like this. Thing was, he knew exactly how she felt, exactly what was goin' through her mind right then.
Daryl gently lifted her chin up as he'd done earlier that day, making her eyes meet his. The blue was a dazzling sapphire color and her pupils were blown wide open. He'd never seen this look on her before and he tried to sear the image in his mind in case this was his only chance to see it.
"Been dreaming about seein' all of ya since that night. I didn' like why I was seein' ya like that, but damn girl I ain't never seen anyone so fucking perfect before. As long as ya want, I want to see it. See you. All of you."
Lara's lips twitched upwards and her eyes melted in front of him. His heart clenched in his chest and he smiled right back, his hands which had been resting on her shirt came up and cradled his face. He kissed her soft and slow, like she deserved, treasuring every movement, every caress.
She pulled back a little, still close enough that if he tried he could brush his lips against hers. With a deep shuddering breath she pulled at the hem of her shirt and lifted it fluidly over her head. In the same deft movement she took off her bra.
Daryl's mouth ran dry. That day he'd seen most of her, he'd not seen the front, had felt it, caught a side glimpse but never seen her like that. He stood by his thoughts that day. Sexiest damn woman he'd ever seen.
"Fuckin' sexiest damn woman I ever seen," Daryl rasped pulling her against him again, feeling her breasts bare against his chest. He pressed kisses down her neck again as his hands slid slowly up her stomach before they came to rest against her tits.
Lara whimpered and arched her back into his touch. Her nipples hardened under his hands and his thumbs ghosted over them. "Oh fuck, yes," Lara gasped.
Daryl's instincts took over. He needed more. Didn' just want it, need it.
He moved them, laying her down on the bed and moving over her. He kissed the spot behind her ear that had her gasping. Down her neck, along her collarbone and stopped at her breasts. He kissed one as his hand played with the other. His mouth taking the hardened peak in and his tongue lashing it.
"Fuck, Daryl, yes!"
His name out of her mouth had him growling.
He moved his hand off her luscious tit and down her body to her pants. He flicked open the button and pulled down her zipper. His fingers finding the front of her panties and dipping inside of them.
"Oh god!" Lara wreathed under him as he pushed a finger inside of her. She was dripping wet and so fuckin' tight.
"Fuck, yer so fuckin' ready fer me," Daryl rasped into her neck as he thrust his finger inside her then added another.
Her small hand cupped him through his pants. "I'm… not the… only one." She gasped as he fucked her with his fingers. His thumb searching for the magic spot.
He rocked his hips into the touch. The first hand that hadn't been his own in too damn long. Even through the heavy material it felt amazing.
"Oh Jesus, fuck, Daryl," Lara groaned as his thumb hit her clit. She was trying to undo his pants but every pass of his thumb had her hands slipping. Her back arching and louder moans coming from her.
He stared down at her face as he worked his fingers inside of her faster, adding a third. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. She was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
"Oh… Oh… Oh god… don't… don't stop.. please… please…"
Daryl had no intention of stopping until she had cum all over his hand. Until she was a mess under him. He moved his fingers, curling them upwards as he thrust them into her.
"Daryl!"
Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body tensed and bucked. Her hips met his hand against her. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh Daryl. Oh yes. Yes. Yes. YES!"
Daryl smirked as she came fast and hard from his hand. Her pussy clenched tight around his fingers, gripping him so hard he wasn't sure he could pull them out. If that's how tight she was on his fingers she was gonna feel fucking amazing on his cock. Her hands were grabbing at his shoulder and hair pulling him closer.
He slowed his movements as she came down from her high. He didn't think he'd ever felt someone come so hard for him before and it made his dick ache.
Lara had a stoned look on her face as her eyes opened and she grinned at him. He removed his hand from her panties and pants, resisting the urge he had to smell her and taste her off his fingers.
"Fuck Daryl, um… that was amazing. And we haven't even had the main course yet," Lara giggled, her voice was a husky rasp that had his dick twitching. "My turn now though, yeah?"
She didn't wait for any reply, instead she flipped them so she was on top, instantly and furiously started kissing his body. Her hands were at his pants, unzipping them finally and then pulling them down.
His brain was foggy and he couldn't work out why she was giggling for a moment, until he realized Lara was trying to get his pants past his boots.
She stopped her frantic actions and instead knelt down on the floor at the end of the bed. He dropped his head on the pillow and moaned. He couldn't watch her on her knees, her tits bare, in front of him. It was gonna be over then if he did.
"What's wrong Barton? I can put a shirt back on?"
Daryl propped himself up on his elbows. And moaned once more. She looked like a fuckin' wet dream. More specifically his wet dream. "Don't ya dare."
"Well okay then," she beamed at him again and went to work taking off his boots.
As soon as she'd got them off, his pants followed suit. She crawled back on the bed and it took everything in him not to whimper. Fuckin' hell she was gonna kill him before he'd even fucked her.
"Gotta take yers off too sweethear'," Daryl rasped, pushing up to help her outta them damn tight jeans.
Lara grinned at him again, her eyes heavy with lust. She once more got off the bed and facing him slowly bent down to take her pants off. It was ruined slightly by her giggling but he didn' care. She got on the bed again clad only in black, lace, panties.
Daryl took hold of her arm and tugged her towards him. She went without any resistance laying next to him as he turned to kiss her again. He kissed her long, slow and with all the pent up passion he'd been holding on to for too damn long now. She kissed him back with just as much need. He grinned into the kiss as her hands started tugging his boxers down.
"Someone's eager," he chuckled, lifting his hips from the bed to help her and begging in his head for her to touch him. He was fuckin' burning from the desperation now.
"Yes, they are," Lara agreed with a wolfish smile up at him before looking down at his newly freed erection. He resisted the urge he had to cover himself up. He'd never done this sober before, and never like this, never completely naked and with someone he gave a shit about. It was new and fuck he'd never felt this turned on in his life. "Wow, thank god I didn't know you were hung like a horse or I'd have jumped ya long before now."
Daryl felt himself blush at her words but he also preened a little on the inside. Or he did for a moment before her hand was wrapping around him.
"Damn," Daryl uttered as her small, soft, calloused hand stroked him up and down. It felt so nice. "Yes!" He hissed through his teeth as she tightened her grip to just how he liked it. He grunted as she sped up too, paying attention to the tip on her upstroke. Fucking hell. It was like she'd read his mind on how exactly he liked it.
She bent down and licked at his nipple as she continued to jerk him off. He frowned, he wasn't a fan of that, though he'd let her touch him however she damn well pleased. Goldilocks seemed to notice though as she stopped pretty quick, instead kissing and nibbling down his chest then to his stomach and… He stopped her. If she put her mouth on him he'd cum down her throat straight away. He'd always thought he had stamina, but her mouth, those lips, wrapped around him would do him in without question.
Lara looked up at him quizzically. "Ain't gonna last if ya do that. Not this time Goldilocks."
She kissed back up his body and to his lips, her body and arms moving away from him though. He wrapped his hands around her waist intending to bring her back to where she should be, right next to him, or under him, or over him, he wasn't too picky. She was back next to him before he needed to though. He felt the rough packet being pressed into his hand and looked down, breaking their kiss and panting. A rubber. He grinned wider. He'd be able to cum inside her with that on. He'd been thinking he was gonna have to make sure he painted her tits or stomach but that was better.
Daryl took a few tries to open the damn thing and then put it on, his hands were shaking from anticipation, his movements jerky and rushed. Lara didn' help none by kissing his throat and jaw line, her fingers scratching at his stubble, rubbing herself against him as she did.
Finally the rubber was on and he grabbed Lara pushing her on to her back and climbing over her.
She smiled up at him and the urgency from before was gone. He sighed and leant down, pressing soft, chaste kisses along her cheekbones, on her nose and then finally her lips. Her hands wrapped themselves back in his hair, tugging ever so slightly. She rocked her body up into his, the hint of what she wanted in no way subtle.
He grabbed his dick and pushed against her entrance, her legs opened wider and her ankles came up around his waist. He bit his lip. It was taking everything in him not to just slam into her and bury himself balls deep. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face, feeling her stretch around him. She was so fucking tight. Almost too tight.
Goldilocks squirmed under Daryl as he bottomed out. "Ya, okay?" He asked through clenched teeth, she needed to stop squirming on him or he wasn't gonna be able to stop himself from slamming into her. She felt too tight for that shit, he'd hurt her.
"Jesus fucking god yes. Just… move, please, please move," Lara moaned with a roll of her hips that had him jerking back harshly.
Lara gasped and Daryl balanced on one hand as his other took hers. He stared down at her, capturing her eyes, half buried inside of her before he thrust back in. He tried going slow, he tried taking it thrust for thrust not wanting to hurt her but desperate to fuck her so hard she was screaming his name. Her eyes widened at the slow thrusts but it wasn't the look she'd worn earlier as his fingers were making her come apart in minutes.
"Yer so fuckin' tight, so fuckin' good," he breathed as he thrust again, burying himself to the balls, faster that time, a little harder. She moaned loudly. Her face slackened. Her hand tightened in his hair. That was it. Lara didn' want to be treated like something breakable, she never had done, he should'a known it would be the same in the sack.
Daryl pulled back and snapped his hips forward with a grunt, a smile crossing his lips as Lara's legs pulled him in closer as her hips rocked forward to meet his. "Daryl, fuck yes."
He let himself go a little, pistoning harder and faster into her until she was panting in his ear, her body wrapping itself closer and harder around him, he could feel the shakes in her arms and legs, her eyes shining and her lips parting. Her moans getting louder.
"Daryl, Daryl, like that, yes just like that. You're so, so fucking good at that. Please just there, yeah thereohgodohgodohgod. Daryl!" Her words ran together, her body rocked with his, her spine stiffened before arching upwards pushing her tits up into his chest. He nipped at one as he hammered himself into her, his balls tightening, his hold on Lara tighter, he couldn't stop now if he wanted to. As she fluttered around his cock he felt a burning consuming heat start in his lower stomach. He felt her come apart in his arms as he chased his own orgasm.
"Daryl! Daryl!" His name shouted from her made him explode so hard he thought he was gonna pass out. He kept jerking his hips forward, his balls exploding again and again. He caught himself just in time to stop himself from collapsing on top of Lara. He felt sticky and sweaty and he was panting, Lara was too and trembling under him, but when he forced his head up a tiny bit he could see she was smiling blissfully. She looked stoned again.
Daryl felt stoned. A grin was pulling at his lips as he forced his heavy body off of Lara and on to the bed next to her instead.
"Daryl Dixon, you are a fucking god," Lara giggled sleepily, her hand coming up to rest against his chest.
Daryl snorted but took her hand in his and placed a kiss to it. "Then yer a goddess. Fucking amazing."
They lay in silence for a while. Daryl holding her hand, their bodies next to each other side by side. It felt so damn right.
Soon enough Lara moved her head on to his chest, slowly, hesitantly. He wasn't having any of that. Too late for awkwardness and all o' that shit she hated anyway. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tighter, then he grinned remembering something.
"So, how freaky are ya?" He asked.
Lara looked up at him, eyes wide then she burst into peals of laughter.
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Merle woke suddenly at his name being said over his walkie talkie. He was wide awake instantly despite it not being sunrise yet. His heart hammered in chest at the sudden wake up call.
"Candyman?"
"Yeah, what's up?" Merle asked, sitting up in bed and grabbing his attachment for his arm. He changed it every night before he went to sleep so he could grab it in an emergency without worrying about infection. Lara had bitched that shit into him early on.
"It's Barton, he hasn't shown up for his shift. It started twenty minutes ago. He's never late. Always early," Oscar sounded worried. He'd been put back on guard rotation as soon as he'd asked for it. He might have only one leg but that didn' affect his eyesight nor his trigger finger any. Just took him longer to get his ass up the stairs.
He was right. Daryl was never late for his shift. Always insisted on pulling his weight. Something must be wrong. He felt like he had rocks in his stomach.
"I'll find 'im an' let ya know. Ya alright till then or ya want me to call someone else ta take over?"
"No. I'm good. Just let me know he's okay, and an extra ration of coffee wouldn't go amiss man."
Merle rolled his eyes. An extra ration of coffee for everyone wouldn't go amiss. One cup a day, two if ya had late or early guard duty and that was it. Fucking load of shit. Still, Lara tried ta get more every time she went out. Couldn't say she wasn't trying.
"See what I can do," Merle replied. He got out of bed and pulled on some pants before going looking for his missing baby brother.
Daryl's room was empty, the showers too, along with the kitchen area apart from Bob and Meridith who both nodded sleepily at him as they started their shift.
Where the fuck else could he be? All his hunting shit was in his room still, so he wasn' out. He turned back around and went back to the admin building. If his crossbow was still in his room then Merle was gonna start panicking. Daryl never went anywhere without that. Not even to the can half the time.
The crossbow was there. Propped up next to his bed. The bed could have been slept in that night or two nights ago, who knew. His brother never made the damn bed. Neither did Merle. Life was too short for that shit.
He had to think. He had to get help. He couldn't search the whole of the prison alone. No one there wanted to hurt his brother. And even if they did, alone there wasn't anyone who could take Daryl down. Maybe Jesus. But that man liked his bro. A bit more than Merle was comfortable with truth be known. But he was tryin'.
He went to the next room to Daryl's. Lara was a light sleeper, she'd have heard anything bad going down. Hell she'd have slaughtered anyone trying to touch his baby bro.
He shoved the door open.
He blinked as two knives were pointed at him from the bed, by two very naked, very busy people. Where the fuck were they keeping knives while they were fucking?
"Get out!" Lara yelled as she pulled the blankets up over her and Daryl. "And fuckin' knock next time ya fuckin' ol' prick!"
Merle turned his head away with a frown. He really didn't need to see that shit.
"Sorry. I was fucking worried about that dick there that yer ridin'! He's late fer watch! Thought he was fuckin' walker bait or some shit. Get yer shit together Darylina and get out there!" Merle growled before he left the room and slammed the door.
He groaned. He had not wanted to see that.
Still at least the plan had come together and the Princess and his lil bro were finally getting laid. He chuckled and shook his head before stomping his way back to his own bed for more sleep. Darylina owed him one. Lara too.