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Another hour passed, and as the build-up of squirrels piled up and up. I will take claim to the one I killed, he set it up perfectly. However he managed that, he was quick to take the rifle from my hands and hand me the bow. Not even having to angel my body towards it for it was the automatic reaction to lift up and fire to the little guy. Felt bad at first, but the proud grunt he produced was enough to make me feel less guilty in that offense.

And before I knew it, did we open up to the small opening. Where a tent and fire pit already laid. "You just keep it out here?" I asked, and he turned back just as he set everything down. He shrugged, taking the canteen out of his bag to take the given few sips out of it.

"Ain't nobody comin' this far out. Jess uses it sometimes. Come on, relax. We're done for today, gonna skin some squirrels."

Placing the rifle right beside the bow, did I not leave eye contact with him. And neither did he, was he joking? Or was he completely serious about the idea of skinning the little guys before him? Letting the smallest chuckle out of my grasp wasn't my fault, but it'd be a funny experience to see how I handle it. Unclipping my sleeping bag, was I just going to throw it on in. But the size of it inside was a shocker to myself that I went further in, crouching down at the entrance. Laying it flat out right beside the other one. But the keen pull of the pistol had me take hold of his wrist, not knowing what he was doing at first. Just letting go did he seem to analyze it. "Gotcha self a good one here. Ya pops got any more in the house?"
"Don't recognize it?...It's the one I pointed at you when you were in the house." He breathed through his teeth in utter embarrassment as he bobbed his head. Handing it on the back do I just secure it into the holster, not on my belt but secured safety within my pants for a quick pull and nothing more. 

"Gonna teach ya how to make a fire...See thin' 'bout smokers, don't worry bout havin' no light... Well, most of us at least." Pushing him at the shoulder, did he wave his hands up into the air as formed a little bundle of damp kindle in the middle, as easy as it would have been to pull out my lighter. I liked the look of genuine happiness in his eyes as he was teaching me something.

 He was teaching me survival techniques, something I may or may never use again. But as he created this contraption before me, rubbing the sticks together as it began to burn an embruing spark did he tell me to blow on it. And in like all those surviving shows and movies, did I pull my braid out of harm's way to give it the amount of oxygen it needs. The smoke rising and rising into the air did he take the bundle closer to his mouth. Blowing to it with more energy it surely needed, and before I could ask a question. He placed it within the bricked up logs and began feeding it little twigs.

"Gotta keep the friction goin' or else it won't stay alive. Don't wanna keep doin' this, so we gotta keep this goin' until we go to bed." Nodding did I continue breaking apart the things to feed different areas, and soon after he rose to his feet. Claiming to find some more firewood.

For the first time since I got into his truck, was I finally alone to sort through my thoughts. This was...Different than what I expected, he was different out here. Like he claimed it to be with his brother and only his brother.I can see why he came out here alone, think to himself. And just as I was about to throw another stick into the fire, did I hear the quick movement in leaves somewhere behind me. Now Daryl didn't go off in that direction, so as I turned over my corner did I reach for the pistol as well. Rising to my feet as I had my body face into that direction, although I couldn't see what was making the noise.

I slowly backed up, around the fire and grabbing his bow as I readied my trigger finger as I closed on the ruckus just behind the camp. And the only thing that screamed to me was the damn Chupacabra, the ideas clouded my mind as the squirrel came out from it's hiding place from underneath the leaves. Letting the arrow whisk down onto the creature, was I quick to head for it. The bow just walking alongside me in one hand as I fetched it in the other. Holding it by the arrow and walking it back to camp. "Blake?" He questioned, and I let out a whistle. Making him dart his head in the completely opposite direction from where he started.

Sighing down to the ground as he jogged on towards me. "Don't want ya wonderin' too far aight? Don't know the area all that well." I nodded in understanding. He was scolding me like a child, something I thought he was going to do the entire trip around. Instead, did he take the squirrel from my grasp and kiss my cheek. Moving away to only flip my hat up.

"God, I fuckin' love ya." He grumbled, making the walk over to the rest of them. But instead of leaving them over there, he seemed to have brought the entire bundle over. Along with dragging another large log, seeing as how I took one of them already.

"Ever have squirrel before?" I shook my head, as he laid out the little guy I just killed. Making sure he was fully dead before cutting a line straight down the middle, chin to the bottom near the tail.

Making sure the little wiggle room was there as she folded the creature inside out to reveal the skinless squirrel. "Wanna make sure the meats intact, but we no want no organs. Not yet anyhow. Starvin' good thin' to eat, liver, heart. Even if it is that small." He motioned the little inch of a heart, an inch of whatever else the thing held. Again, the glint in his eyes as was teaching me was sincerely the cutest thing he's done. But before I could ask any questions, he offered me the knife and handed me a new one.

"I don't think I'm ready for the advanced class yet Dixon." He growls as his arms overlapped my own, almost as if I was sitting on his lap, he walked me through it once more. Step by step directions, and soon enough. Were we back to the beginning stage. Although he was working on his own, somehow he managed to watch my every given move. Trying to keep ahead of me so that I had something to follow, was I still trying to separate the layer of skin from the fat. But before his hands offered the help, I finally have done it. 
To both of our surprises.

"See ya got it." Tilting up my hat just the bit for my hair was starting to push through. Was I careful not to get any blood on my face as I did so, before returning to get the organs removed.

"Have a good teacher." His smile rang, even if I wasn't supposed to see it as he hid it behind his long bangs.
"Never thought I'd be out here with someone."
"...And to think it all started with me sitting in the back of your truck." He shrugged, laughing the amusement again as his face seemed to grow the little shade of red. "I might've been...Watchin' ya that night." My mouth parted as I was about to say something, but my sarcasm wouldn't do us both any good. So I just leaned on in to give him a little kiss on the cheek. 

"Hey." He grumbled, making me confused for the given second until he wanted a second kiss. Only this time on the lips. So in spite of having blood all over my hands did I lean in for another attempt. 

As he tried dragging it out, there was something that turned me off about gutting animals and sex at the moment. Which is another thing I need to think about.
Shit. Putting the squirrel with other finished ones, do I start on the next one. And even with the dozen plus a few, was I still unsure of what we'd do with them. But as Daryl readied the stick, he impaled the given few and placed them on the fire. Letting them roast before the both of us."What else ya got in that bag of yours?" He questioned so I grabbed my bag and threw him his favorite bag of chips before looking over the MRE.

"Betcha 'em squirrels are better than whatever powder bullshit is in there." Again, was I quick to agree. But still wanting to try and complete this for the sake of my good old step dad having to eat these for the twenty plus years he's been in service.

Pouring water into the cooking packet, did I place the two meal packs before it. And in the instant did it start steaming heat, making Daryl curse at how it functioned so quickly. "It's going to taste like shit, I can feel it." Looking at the other given products. Did I throw him the other packet labeled 'pudding,' making the child before bubbling with fucking glee as he was quick to add water to it. Taking a large bite after stirring it up."Eating dessert before dinner?" Shaking my head in disapproval as I poked the fire with my stick before throwing it in, and his only response was to offer me the spoonful. So leaning in did I take it, bobbing my head as it didn't taste as bad as I would think.
But then again, how could you mess up chocolate pudding?
He let them cook a bit longer before taking them off the stick, but to my surprise. He only put them on another one. As he handed it off to me, as I again, hesitate at first to take a bit. Not only because of how hot it might be, but because the reality of it being a new thing worried me. So as I closed my eyes tight to take a big bite, was I surprised at how normal it tasted. Covering my mouth with my hand was I in pure shock. And by my seat on the floor beside his knee, did I just elbow him because I know he was laughing at me.
 The snickers were loud enough to hear, just being barely a foot above me. And yet, I relaxed myself in the crook. Between his knee and the log at my back as I continued to munch down on this treat before us. Even siding it with the mashed potatoes and pasta, whatever it was with the added up starch. But it was enough to have me stuffed with one squirrel.And as he cooked himself another, did he too position himself down beside me. Taking me under his arm as I took hold of him, the pistol right beside me out of my pants for it was poking me long before.
"Can see why you like coming out here..." I said within his hold, looking up to him and no longer having the hat in my way. "Yeah, it's quiet...""Are you going to tell me about the Chupacabra? Or am I going to have to guess?" I could already picture what he was doing without looking, since his arm went up instead of resting on his thigh like it just was. He was scratching his stumble, either that or laughing at me again.

"Probably goin' on a year ago, Merle and I were out in these woods huntin'...It was night time, got bored. No game out here for days, my brother takes out a bag o-o-of shrooms. Ain't never been high when I'm out here. But it was miserable...Half an hour later, brother's passed out in the tent. I had to go out and take a piss..." He paused, always pointing out to each area in which the story took place. He was nervous about telling me the bit about the shrooms, I could tell. The deep intact before he said it, and the stuttering. It was the mix of everything he feared in one.

"...Next thing I know, I hear this thing barkin' at me. Tryin' follow it, but damn bastard got away. Go runnin' off to tell Merle, but he don't believe me. High or otherwise." Sounds like a pretty basic story to follow, and he knows it too well for me not to believe the fact that it was trapped in his cautious even after his high was over. "Ya think I'm crazy..."
"No. But maybe we'll see bigfoot." His scoff sounded out as he began to move away, but as I dragged him on back into my lap. Him laying in my hold, did he cup my cheeks with both his hands. Pulling me down to meet him for a little kiss.

Repeating it over and over again until we started to laugh. Making him rise to his feet, stirring up the fire and taking a check at the wood. Leaving me at the log as I flattened out my feet before it. "Ever go campin' before?"
"Nope." I said, smiling off at him as this was the real definition of camping. Out in the woods, no clue where the fuck I am. Couple of guns, a crossbow. And the real joy of it all, his eagerness in showing me this.
As he returned with more firewood, was he still keen on shouting my name instead of whistling as the response. I guess that only works when game is in range. He's also forgotten the 'Rory' aspect, always calling me 'Blake' unless that was his way of making it sound like a warning and important.Joining me beside the fire once more. Taking me within his embrace as I laid right on his lap and underneath his chin. The warmth from the fire and him was enough to make me fall asleep, but I wanted my plan to work in action. I just didn't know how to.

"I love ya Rory..." He whispered, kissing my head in the smallest minute. But instead of pretending I was asleep, did I move my head on up. "...Sorry hun did I wake ya up—"
"I love you too." 

That is when his entire body froze, the instant flare-up of his cheeks wasn't from the fire. And it surely wasn't anything else other than the fact at what I said. So allowing him the moment for the words to sink in, all he could mumble was: 

"What?" In his attempt to make me say it again, and although my head was still resting on his chest. Did my hand take the given grab of his cheek, even if he overlapped it with his. Taking the smallest kiss to greet it, I pull myself up and over to his secure my lace onto his lap.

This was it.

"I...I love you...I have for some time and I just didn't know how to say it until—" He cut me off, without any warning did his lips crash into mine as he held me up and away from the fire. Closing his body towards mine in the cruel effort into having our bodies together, and yet it still didn't feel like enough. Once he had begun, the craving for something more spiked rapidly, his kisses began to trail down from my lips to my chin. Before the elaborate plot to surrounding my weak spot into the groaning moans he wanted to hear from me.

The growing bulge growing beneath me was just another strike at how nervous I am. How petrified the next few moments are going to be, but instead did I take hold of it. Smirking as his efforts at securing my neck failed in this one wronged action.
"Meet you in the tent, and I'll fix this..." I whispered, leaning close to his ear as I moved the locks of hair out of the way. Before I could give him a minute to think did I rise to my feet, for him to quickly follow in purist.Only this time did I make it seem I was just taking off my shirt, placing it in my bag. But the second he was under the flap, did I make a grab for the small little bag at the bottom. Taking the red packet and placing it into my pocket before entering the tent. Seeing him just situating the sleeping bag, was he quick to take hold of my hand and bring me towards him. Straddling back onto him like I did that one night.

The night we were selling at my brother's party. Won't forget the motions he made, still taunt me to this very moment. Be those will be a distant memory, this...This will beat it. Leaning down to meet him, was I in favor of returning something. Sucking onto his neck as he continued to rock my hips back and forth in his favor, but instead of allowing that to continue. Did I fix myself beside his ear.
"Remember what you did to me back in the barn...?" My question had his neck become wide open as he silently begged for my lips to return to the spot. And once again, I had done so, all while my hands were finding their way to his belt. And in the cruelest way possible, was it reckless to say I had done it to fast.

Making his member spring forth, and although I wished to cause him torture. My unanswered question will soon be brought back to life in the given number of strokes.
"Hey...Dare, you there?" I whispered again, but there was no response. So I stopped my hand's motion altogether, making him groan once more.

"Fuckin' christ Rory...Whatcha tryin' to do to me?" Opening my velcro pocket was I quick to take the little packet and place it into my mouth, and it was as if he was returned back to his body in the one quick moment of it being revealed. "A-a-a-are ya sure...hun nah this ain't..."
"We aren't drunk, we aren't high..." I started our list of demands, but just as he was about to open his mouth again. Did I stop him. "I want this...I love you, and I want this..." I said, the packet now in my hands as I rubbed to his chest.
 I wouldn't have...Fuck...I wouldn't have done this if I know he'd say no. It was like his eyes were still trying to search for any doubt. But the second he took the condom out of my hands, was I sure that it was a yes.With his dick getting harder and harder by the minute without any sort of effort in doing so, was I worried that I myself wasn't ready. The moment moved so very fast that he had my back onto the sleeping bag in record timing. Helping him with my belt as he was having the hardest time keeping everything under wraps.

Especially now.Even when he continued to fumble, yanking off my belt before starting on my pants. Was he kissing my stomach, making sure there was the lure of appetite as he pulled down one of the remaining articles of clothes.Although I am wearing my sports bra and normal underwear, not a thong, it was lacy enough to give him the clear victory as he sighed at my stomach once more.
"Ya stop me...Aight? Promise me ya will stop me if ya don't wanna keep goin'."
"Daryl..."
"Rory I mean it." I nodded, and the moment I had done so did he continue the trail of kisses from earlier. All while sliding down my panties in a quick fashion. Returning my gaze, was I truly in worry that he didn't want to continue. So I pushed myself up, getting him as he was pinning my waist under his. "Do you want to do this?" I asked, he stared down at the condom, contemplating his options. "Don't wanna hurt ya hun..."

"You won't...You won't." I explained, cupping his cheeks for support. But the only rules he seems to abide by was me removing the last layer of clothing, my bra which compacted my breasts all to fully. Making Daryl dive down in pursuit of them. As he suckled to them, giving each one the attention that they craved. I still felt the little nips of the condom wrapper onto my skin, making me wait in wonder.

Even with all this pleasure, if he was going to...

But before I could press it any further, did he rise to remove his last layer of clothing. Along with his layers of shirts that I would have had trouble with anyhow. With both of us lack of any clothing, was I now in the realization that my body was trembling.

Trembling at the core as he was preparing himself. Although he was working up the courage, he made sure I was fully prepared. Again, warning me that if I wanted to stop, I say something.  And once more did I agree.

Hearing the small tear of plastic, was I instantly secured that this was it. His arms now crawling to meet above me, and yet one returned to the insides of my thighs. Spreading them apart for him to... Feeling the tip at the entrance, did he return to hang above me. And in that instant did I hold onto his cheeks, having him stare directly into my eyes as he undoubtedly began to enter me.The gasp of air I inhaled was cut short, only followed by another. With nips hiding the fact he wasn't still fully in me yet had me moan louder into the confinement of this tent. My eyes closed as the joy bliss was in battle with the small ounce of pain. Although I knew he wasn't fully inside me, he stopped. Continuing to find smallest ways to make me react further. "Ya okay...?" He asked in a low, gravelly tone. Opening my eyes for the first time did I see the clear fear and panic continue to flow through. Although my body felt to be on fire, did I manage to raise my hand to cup his cheek further. Having him kiss it and return closer to my ear. "Rory please, gotta talk to me..."
"Shh...I trust you." I said, the tears were a mix of the pain and my overall feelings intertwining with them. And although he saw them, his nod of understanding had him pull out.And just as I was about to ready myself for his full removal, he returned. Continuing in long slow strokes. He asked permission to go faster, and inevitably yes. I too wanted him to, and yet here I was. Buckling at the hips as his body laid above mine in the effort of it all. 

The sheer factor of my build up was coming, but the idea of waiting for him sounded more appeal. And yet he seemed to know, due to his steady increase in movement. The grunts and nips becoming harder and louder were the sheer idea that he too was coming underway."I'm comin' hun...I'm comin'." As my hand took the handfuls of locks from the top of his head. Was I the first one to feel the overwhelming drawn of pleasure spark through me, making me mumble his name over and over again. And in the mist of all of it, did I have him. Finished and still in denial of what just happened.

Of what we just did.

As limp as my body was, did I still feel joyous of kisses being overlaid onto my body. The pleasure that coursed through my body excelled the hotel night, the barn...Everything and beyond, and here Daryl is. Still asking if I was alright. "Babe...Ya aight? Didn't hurt ya or nothin'?" He asked, but I couldn't find my voice with the over mask of pure relaxation. "Daryl...I'm fine...Really that was—"
"Fuck I shoulda-" I stopped him again, trying to rise up with the help of my arms. And although I wasn't trying to get him to help me on up, he was quick to take mine under his sitting hold. "...You didn't hurt me at all...It felt good." I mumbled between the crook of his neck, but one thing screamed within my mind. That I needed to pee afterward. 

But my lack of movement between my tired mind and the unable body was enough to have me trapped in Daryl unmoving hold. "How long have ya been planin' this?"
"I...I remembered all the times we've spent together...I've loved you. And I have since I told you my name." It was silent for a moment, and first I thought I drifted to sleep. But the all too sudden movement sparked as he shook my side to side.Maybe what I said was true, and not just the tiredness of my own mind. Him saying 'Rory' was the shock to my system that I needed. He took my self-doubt about it and threw it all through the window. He made it unique and enjoyable.Not what it used to be.
With my mind now awake than it was a few minutes ago, did I try to rise from his hold mulitple times. All of which were stopped by his growing bear hug around my body. "Tryin' to escape?" He chuckled, and I shook my head under his hold.
"I have to pee." I grumbled, still slightly deranged. With his swear word finally out of the way did he help me to my feet, always keep the given hand to level out my balance.It felt odd being on two feet that felt so numb, but could still move them. And yet, the need to fall asleep was still high. With my bra handed back to me, along with my underwear. Was I in the realization that he didn't want me to leave the tent naked. And instead of arguing with that, did I comply with how tired I surely was.

Taking my boots without any socks, did I follow him right on out towards the small area. "Scared your mythical friend is going to watch me take a piss?" I taunted, making him give me the sarcastic chuckle as he walked the given ways away. Allowing me to do as I pleased, however, I felt something wrong. Looking into my underwear could I already see the smallest bit of blood. That was normal, that was completely normal. That was the cherry being popped. Right?

I was afraid to ask him, already reassuring him that he didn't hurt me. Blood wouldn't be the right approach. So instead I finished my business, beginning to walk on back towards him. But just the given few steps forward was he already by my side, walking both barefoot and in boxers.Going straight to my bag, did I grab a nightshirt and leggings before crawling into the tent. Not without grabbing a panty liner, to absorb the little amount of blood. 
I didn't want him to see it in the future, or when we take the second go around. So this was the only approach I could think of.

Hearing him stoke the fire was unnerving, because it made me unsure of whether or not he was going to return after what just happened. But as I was about to peek my head through, did he open the flap to enter into the tent. "Ya tired?" I nodded, and although he was just pulling over his shirt from today. It was better than sleeping with nothing on and relying on the fire, myself and this sleeping bag for warmth. "Kinda funny we made love on ya step-dad's sleepin' bag." I felt my grin go up, but my chuckle delayed by the given second. And although my position in his hold wasn't everlasting, as he frequently changed it. Made me wonder...If he regrets it or not...?

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Date Posted:  03-02-18// Time: 1:30
Word-Count: 4772
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Author's Note:
Ahhhh it finally happened! ;)