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The relaxing afternoon soon began to shift into a darker array, the sun was hiding behind the clouds for most of the day. Daryl was nice enough to get the blanket from the pickup to give to me, but even then I ended up just sitting on his lap. Cuddling by the fire as he dug his swirling finger into my skin. "People saw us leave to the pickup on New Years." With one single huff of air open into the dropping sunlight, was the interpreted into a laugh in the utmost. "Who's tellin' ya that?"
"Shawn."
"Told ya he likes ya." Moving my body upward did I see he wasn't looking to me, like his eyes were dark and possessive. A trait I am all too familiar with, which made my heart began to beat on heavily as he still did not look towards me.

And when he finally did, did his eyes turn into something so soft that even I couldn't manage to be afraid of it. They were warm and welcoming, making my anxiety calm down entirely. "Do you like me?" The reaction wasn't a normal one, for he froze right on up. Not even flicking the cigarette he was about to do, instead, did he just let it hang. And since my eyes were so concentrated at that, I didn't realize he was looking straight into mine.
"Guess I ain't doin' that good of a job if ya askin'..." 

It was sort of an answer, but it brought more questions in its wake. Did he consider this a date? Did I consider this a date? We weren't regular people to have a sit-down meal or anything in the sort of nature in that context.

My response was put on hold as a car came on into the driveway, with my body leaning on up to make sure my bike wasn't in harm's way, had Daryl look behind him as well. He was quick to lift me on up to my feet, my arms still holding on tight to the blanket around my shoulders now.

I haven't met anyone in his family besides his brother, and in truth did I meet his brother first. Not long after did I hear the man holler out Daryl's name, they both halfway as they began conversing. 

Leaving the blanket on the chair did I follow through to them both, his uncle's eyes stared directly at me when I made my way towards them. "Where've you been hidin' her Dare? Names Jess." The man moved aside Daryl to let out his hand for a shake, which I was quick to take an offer.

The obvious amount of chewing tobacco in his mouth almost made me want to vomit, might as well smoke. Nothing more than ruining your teeth quicker like that, and needing to spit every other minute or sentence like he was. "This is Blake, she's the one who shot the poor bastard." 
As the conversation turned back towards the deer, the main reason the uncle made the appearance. Did I follow shortly behind, and the laughter that came to the new man before me had me smile again at the thought. "Well darlin' we gotta work on your aim...Will home?" Daryl was quick to shake his head, I was going to question who Will was. But the strange looks given in my direction was the understanding they made with one another. 

Is that his father?
 Nobody else lives here besides Merle and Daryl, but even their mother I haven't heard about...There is a lot I don't know about the Dixon family. Especially the man just itching to hold onto my waste. "Help me to load him onto the truck, Jim's gonna be in for a treat...Where'd ya kill 'em?"
"Right on over that way, halfway from here to the openin' in the woods. Just shootin' targets, comin' back on this way when Blake saw it." 

The smiles in my direction turned, guess my reputation continues to grow more positive. And it all started with me selling at my own brother's party. So hurrying along did I open the back of Jess's pick up truck to let it sit comfortably in. Probably have to get moving, unless it can just stay dead without bugs finding it's way through the cracks. 

"I'll call ya tomorrow, see what's up with this thing...She's a keeper D." His uncle was just standing at the step up of his truck, rising tall above it to yell his opinion on the matter. And beyond all else, did Daryl's hand finally set around my waist to pull me close as he waved on free with his other one. 

Not much of a goodbye, but the second the car rolled on out of the driveway did he come up from behind. Hugging me like we were almost getting towards if his uncle didn't make the appearance. "I might start calling you D."
"Lil late for nicknames ain't it?" He said, his voice just growing closer and closer to eliminate my sense of thought and movement. Especially when we sat back down by the fire, being away from it for so long had my chill return back towards me. 

"Any plans for tonight?" He still managed to lure me in with his husky voice, all I had done in the split second was look on up towards him. Given my head was resting just on his chest and the crook of his neck. 

But the ever beginning poke managed to seep through, I didn't want to say that I knew. So I laughed in his hold, he too shifted his arm back on over me and groaned. Boys will be boys, through and through.
"Think I have to be home soon." He nodded along, but his built up courage and fidgeting of one entire leg just bouncing up and down were oddly confusing to me. Was that a tactic guys use, or is he contemplating something?
"Shawn say anythin' on what he saw? Bet that asshole took a peak." My mouth gawked open at what he spoke, making me rise up before him. This time shifting my weight so that both my knees held him captive. "No audience here..." I whispered, making his hands trails down my stomach down to my waist. Before pulling up as his hand just felt on my ass. Pushing up and around as he stared on up at me, his head pushing back against the back of the chair.
"Ain't forcin' ya into nothin' Blake. Want ya to be ready, ya hear?"

Nodding, did I fix my position before leaning down to kiss him. And he was quick to allow me the pure pleasure of not being in control for once. His intoxicating smell was something I craved, having me go deeper into his neck. Finding the little secret weapon against his body, and not only was his hiding groan difficult to hide. He tried to stay in tune with where we were heading with this, wherever it was going.

Moments turned into minutes, and as soon as my body began to rock back and forth. Simulating the first night at the lake, did my smile sneak through the next kiss directed to his lips. Having him chuckle content. 

But like all good things, does a phone begin to ring. It wasn't mine, believe it or not. This one had a blaring sound, piercing through my ear drum so it could be heard and we could be interrupted. 
As he began to reach for it, all while trying to continue his hand motions around my back and down my waist. Was it teasing enough to have his risk a moan on the open lined call.

"When do ya need it by?...A month? Bro ya gotta be shittin' me...Nah nah, I got it. I'll figure it on out. Night." The call was relatively quick, and although I invested my thoughts into making him want to moan out. I stopped once he began to grow heated in anger. Whatever they were discussing wasn't a good subject, or else he wouldn't have gotten the grunting voice to lay waste to the person on the other line.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah...Fuckin' rich white guy brought in some shitty bikes, wants us to fix em up. Gotta month to do it." The project seemed interesting enough to say the least. "Do you want some help?...It'd go quicker...Teach me more about-"

"Ya sure? They look like they crawled outta hell." I chuckled, telling him it was his call if he wanted my help. And although we both lost the urge to continue our session, it brought us to the discussion of this project.

Two dirt bikes needing our attention.

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Date Posted: 01-28-18 // Time: 2:51
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