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The night went better than expected, although I had to on home earlier due to the fact that I was 'plugged' and he didn't want me to be 'uncomfortable' and to be honest I don't think he knows the entirety of the birds and the bees.

And I'm not going to be the one to tell him that.

So Sunday became a stress reliever, but he and I didn't talk. He didn't come over, I didn't text. I think after last night we needed the smallest bit of a breather, to help ourselves in understanding what happened. His mother dying in a fire? His dad beating him? And his brother never being around?

He's barely around now, and they're all living under the same damn roof. I'm glad we got the night over with, he knows more than both Jarod and Michael potentially know. And my mother certainly never knew about my addiction, so I can safely say I'm in the clear when it came with that.

Along with the fact Shawn is no longer in my Psychology class, we had a switch, something happened with the teacher and we were all divided into other classes. And now Rachel, funny enough. Has the same class as I do, but this teacher is all but notes and rambling on about nothing. Repeating the damn story over and over again, even when it has nothing to do with the test coming the next day.

That's how she explains it to me, before the class started. And as funny as he was, I don't think I've learned anything about psychology since I sat down in the class. Even though it's easier, and the weight of my history class is rapidly increasing as the semester continues to move along without me.

Maybe I can actually graduate this year.

"Wait hold on, what do you mean you can't stay? It's his birthday!"
"I know...But I have this thing at the military base for my stepdad, and I already signed up. He's fine with it, but hey. If he does anything stupid, you watch him right?" She joked as she said 'like a hawk' but I'm staying for a little bit to see him get settled in before leaving, no drinking, nothing as I go to the base with the full intention of waking up at five am with the rest of the platoons.

What a fun and sore day that would be.

Taking a loud sigh, did I enter on into the class I dread so much. It's the strain of the day as I just took my seat in the corner, away from the talkative bunch and the ones who can't concentrate for the life of them. As I readied myself to take notes, moving at a mile a minute was I trying to copy down the complete summary of what he was trying to say. And instead, did he have a slight pause in his speech, causing him to take a deep cough to empty out and flaunt his power to the poor person, whomever it was that was late. 

Too busy trying to scramble down notes that I doubt will be legible later, do I find myself in the mist of needing to hold my hand for a split second. And right as I was about to, do I feel a hand just pulling out the seat beside me. "This seat taken?" That was rusty chuckle was recognizable anywhere.

I won't pass this class. Not anymore.

"Didn't know you actually make it to class." He shrugged, no notebook, pencil or pen. Not even a bag to have the half decency of trying, but with his just drowning out stair towards the teacher. It had the man up at the head of the room just huff and puff with anger every time he made eye contact to Daryl.
"Ya gonna break ya hand Rory...Chill the hell out, he gives me notes at the end of the class. I'll just give 'em to ya." My eyes just darted to him in the instant, the teacher gives him the damn notes? How the hell did he manage that? "Last time ya were with me on sales, he wasn't on the list." As I looked back towards the teacher, my fist just holding onto the pencil I wrote the given two and half pages of shit with. Being pressed against my face as I held in a laugh. 

"Should I even ask what you have as a grade in this class?"
"Best leave that alone." His eyes brows dances as he rose them up higher, moving the head around as he tried to shake it. I don't think I'd be happy with the answer, but my goal is to pass this class.

And have him pass as well.

"Do I have to make you study?"
"Hun, I never studied for nothin' in my life." Not even needing to listen to the teacher and his repetitive need to cough every other sentence. So I just tilted my head all the bit more against my resting hand, giving him the warning look of what is in store.
"You are going to pass this damn class."
"Gotta be more persuasive than that hun." My smirk rose as I nodded, and the only other thing that the teacher's muffled cough into his dress shirt. Did I hear the growl emerge from the depths of his throat.

I knew what was in store if I looked now, the look I was too afraid of confronting him about. And as much as I wanted to just rest my hand at the center of his jeans, I just looked forward and listened what this man had to say.

But even with all my efforts in paying attention, was Daryl's position of laying back into the seat. His arms crossed like he knew what I was thinking, and instead of turning to him. Do I just commit to mimicking his approach. "See, wasn't so hard. Now act like ya breathin' and ain't sufferin'." Scratching my nose as I tried to suppress the smile again, was the class just going at the slowest rate, listening to the man was better than taking notes I'll have trouble reading over anyhow. And halfway through it I think he noticed my sudden lack of being down and writing. 

"Now...If you'll please open up to chapter 32, I want you to answer the following sections-" This is when I took hold of my pencil, just writing down the sections. And I could already feel the scolding expression coming from the man to my right.

He shook his head as I took out the book from underneath the table to flip to the page number on the board. "Don't tell me ya really gonna do it?" Stopping mid flip did I look at him, was he really judging me in trying to get good grades? Or was that the mind of the psychotic cramp that was threatening to spring loose? 
"I'm behind enough in this class." "
Yeah, since when ya even in here...It's for seniors." I smiled, I knew I forgot the given few things. So I titled my head, finding out the what the questions were and answering the best I could. I wasn't going to read. 
Who reads the textbook? 

"My credits never transferred until now...So they switched me in here." His movement of understanding as he shrugged along, to sit on up straight. Just watching me write the heading of my paper. "I'm not going to get any work done in this class...Aren't I?"
"Nah...Nah ya ain't. Why not get the work from someone else?" I chuckled, continuing to write my name and date onto the paper as I worked on writing down the given question. "I'm still new, and the only thing anyone goes by from me is you and Jarod...That's enough to scare half of everyone in this classroom." Motioning around in a circle with my pen did that have him chuckle, but as he studied both what I was doing and the rest of the class, I guess he permitted himself to ask for a piece of paper.

And that is exactly what I gave him, going to the next sheet and ripping it out for him, all while giving him my pen find another one at the bottom of my bag. "How are ya plannin' on makin' me study anyhow?" He whispered, now I knew why he was so devoted in diving into the work. But his whisper just made all the more reason to toy with him. "I'm still brainstorming..." Was all I allowed out, finishing the given question provided. And I give him credit for trying to read the problem and answer it, but if he copies other people's work. I'd assume it'd be all correct anyway, so I just allowed him to jot down what I have.

His penmanship looked exactly how I pictured it, a scribble, just like his little note from the first time I met him. At the restaurant with his brother and two friends, who've I've never seen again since then...So who were they?

"You busy Friday?" I whispered, making sure that the people in front of us weren't paying attention to our conversation. Never really been open about what I do outside of school, but peering over to my friend, as he stopped copying in that very moment. But he wouldn't say anything, he just froze like a complete statue. "Rory, startin' to worry me with that damn look on ya face." A frustrated sigh escaped my mouth as I began to shake my head towards him, especially since he didn't answer the question. Well, not until I looked at him again.
"Nah, I ain't...This bout my-"
"Shh, it's a surprise."

Letting my pen just tap back and forth at my chin as he let that sink in for a moment, and with his groan, followed by the flicker of his eyes. I snickered at his level of defense as he tried to keep his head under wraps.

"Cruel. Fuckin' cruel." Nodding in agreement did he mock me by doing the same, having us both smile in the same aka ward way. I liked this feeling, the sense of security, the sense of being relied and relying on someone.

So when the class ended, was he quick to slam the textbook shut and shove it back to the position underneath the desk. Before I could say anything against him, stuffing the paper into my bag as I too grabbed it and left the class.

Not in an effort to keep up with him, but because he dragged me on out. His hand interlocking mine as he found his way through the crowd of people, leading to the one place I was waiting to return to. "Don't you have class?"
"Nah, besides. I know ya don't neither, so come on." 

Today I had lunch and then one more class before I could go home, and although this new schedule is kicking my ass. I rather do this and graduate this year than redo the entire thing again next year.

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Finally. It was finally his birthday, I've been holding in the excitement for the past few days. Ever since Monday have I been worried, scared even at how this entire night will end. The plan is, if it goes the way I hope.

He comes over, in about ten minutes, we talk a little bit before we head upstairs and the rest is there. I promised myself that I wouldn't do anything to the extreme because he wants me to be ready, and the truth is I'm not ready. Not in the slightest. The problem with trust and opening up is more than psychological, this feels like the only part of me that is going untouched.

And how can I just do it without making absolutely sure that I love him, even in ten years will I not know anything because Daryl will still be in my life or long forgotten. Either way, I can remember the feelings I had when it happened.

My mother, who decided to go on over to the base took Mickey with her. And since Michael is already pulling the late shifts, Jarod took the time to go to some party with Maddie. Whatever their plans were they asked if I wanted to tag along, but the second I mentioned Daryl Jarod stopped the conversation. 

Not wanting to hear any more. 

Whatever rumors are still being spread, is ridiculous. Even Rachel asked me the millions of questions about the theories that might be going on around, or she had questions herself. Again, Shawn hasn't been seen for a good while. I think that's just his way of saying he's done. Honestly, I'm surprised Daryl and him don't try to work it out, their friendship dates back a while. Can't even imagine how that feels.

Stirring the contents of the pot on the stove, was I suddenly startled out of my thoughts as the knock on the door commenced. Grabbing the lid and securing it to the top, so I grab the dish towel and make my way to the door. 

My lack of clothing underneath better rally up a good impression, because they didn't come cheap or without another comfortable price. As he positioned himself in the time it took me to get to the door, was he already plastering his famous little smirk. And before I could even do anything more, did I offer my hand and pull him in. "Happy Birthday!" I yelled, mocking his ever keen trick of pulling the hoops of my jeans closer to him. But now I just did the same towards him, and he was all for it.

He was getting a kick out of this, I could tell by the smirk. "Somethin' smells good." I admit, seeing his nose continue to twitch as he now lead me to the kitchen. His arms all around me as he didn't want to let go. "Yeah uh...Jarod left for the night and I told my mom I'd cook so she doesn't have to worry about it-...Do you want a bowl?" He stopped a few feet before the stove, like a vampire waiting to be allowed entry near the stove. So before he could even say no, did I open up the lid. Seeing the meal I've been distracting myself with.

His head leaned on back as he groaned, making my head snap at the given sound because I couldn't tell if it was a good sign or bad. "Ya made this?" He asked, grabbing the bowl and offering it up. So taking the large spoon did I fill it on up, pointing to be bread onto the table mom bought. "Remember when I said ya were gonna kill me, we're just pushin' the limits now." He said, mouth full of food. Pointing my finger upwards in scolding did he wipe his hand on his sleeve. Making me laugh at my threats mean nothing to him anymore.

"I'm kiddin'...Gettin' ya panties in a bunch." I couldn't hold my initial reaction, so instead did my finger just go straight to my lip as I bit down. Not insinuating anything but still trying to keep in the laughter. This surprise might be too much, and the cupcake I'm hiding in the fridge is also a stretch. So careful not to ruin the entire surprise did I reach in to grab the man a beer, I couldn't let him sit there without it. "Alright...This is gettin' too much, ya-"
"I feel bad not being able to stay the entire time at your party." He chuckled, slurping down another large spoonful of the stew. But his growl continued to stir forward, especially when he took another sip of his beer.
"I wish ya were gonna be there, but it ain't gonna be so bad. When ya up at fuckin' five am lacin' ya shoes, I'll probably be awake." Chuckling down to myself as he tried to lighten the mood, the party was tomorrow night. And although it starts at 6, I have to leave at eight to make it to the base in time to head straight to bed. 

Jarod was going to be there, and Jermey. So I'm thankful for that, otherwise, I would have made a different approach. But the guilt still settled in when I couldn't be there for him to celebrate entirely. As he made the bowl shiny clean, was I about to offer him another bowl. But his tug on my arm as he sat me down in his lap just called for another moment.

"Since when can ya cook that good?"
"Had to feed bunch of kids, Connecticut gets cold..." His hum of a response just reacted me to lean on in and invite myself to dive to his neck, going closer and closer as he tried to keep his moan hidden. But the way he so careful sent a swallow down his throat meant that he was close. "Think you can find my room?" I whispered, and in that instant did he grab my ass and hold it against his waist as he carried me like a child up the stairs. 

And by this, I mean running to my bed as he twisted the knob and used his feet to kick it out of the way. As my hands were already around his neck, it was easy to have him push me down onto the center of my bed but drag him down with me.

My button-down flannel was the only thing I had masking myself from him, that and the jeans, only being held up by my belt. Allowing myself the benefit of letting me laugh as he was now the one sucking on my neck. "Hey...It's you're birthday." I stumbled out, gripping his hair as I tried to get him to stop.

But his investment was too deep to just stop there, he continued. Down my neck to the last button that was unbuttoned. So instead of stopping him, did he rise on up so that I could do it myself. 

Just the moment he saw the new set of undergarments, did I see his eyes light up. Barely making the effort to getting the last one, as I stopped once again as he stuffed his face into the compacted being that were my breasts. So wrapping my arms around his head as he inhaled my scent again and again. Did I mumble "happy birthday" to the twenty-year-old man just resting on my chest.

As he was lifeless there, did I take the opportunity to wrap my leg around his. Flipping us both over as I was startling onto his hips with my thighs. Trying to unfinished unbuttoning the last few as it whisked away, revealing the bra that was barely holding my boobs in. The fabric, as nice as it looked from his point of view down below. 

Especially when his hands moved from my ass to the beginning curves of my waist. Going straight under my flannel to connect under lace bra. Which patters so cleverly covered my nipples by the flowery pattern.

Sliding the layer of clothing off my arms and to the floor, was I just in awe of how Daryl just laid back and watch it all unfold. Scooting myself ever so slightly down, no longer letting his arms touch my revealed stomach. Did I remove the belt, sliding it off in a quick motion before unhooking his jeans. 


Only this time, with the zipper. My teeth took care of it as covered his face with his hands, shielding him as his hard member was all but revealed before the both of us. Having my hand begin the ever so teasing motion that he finds to be nerve wrecking, did I continue for the few seconds before adding my tongue to the equation. 

Licking it up and down, and all around. Even teasing him at the tip, seeing his eager eyes drift back into his head as I fooled him yet again. And once he knew my pattern, did I take him in. Not fully, by now he knows how I operate on that. Instead, did I twist and level down my right hand onto the area I have not yet reached. As my lips continued to find themselves spreading wider and wider as farther back on him I got.

And when I revealed myself back up to get the air I needed, the smile I had received as I had choked on him continued. But I was not prepared for him to lean forward towards me, taking his thumbs and wiping the single tear that manages to escape as I was desperate for air.
"Ain't no fun with ya not squirming' too..." As I was about to question it, as I fall short of a breath as he too flipped us over. Getting closer and closer to both the nightstands and pillows before us both. 

Although he was above me, he made it a point to take his shoes off. And I chuckled in that retrospect. But the moment he began making a play for my breasts, there wasn't even way to shiver away. They were just placed right before him on a black laced plater, and he was taking his advantage. 
His distraction was high enough that I didn't notice him removing my belt and fumbling with the zipper. Even my hands that were tugging at the roots of his hair, found themselves aiding him as he struggled to do both.

And once it was opened, and pulled down the given way. He rose up to his feet, taking his and mine off. And in the entire time doing so, did he keep his eyes connected with mine. Not my breasts, not my body. My eyes. 

Making my smile widen even further as he met me for another kiss, dragging it out as he careful positioned himself above me, not wanting to crush my body. The only thing left on him was his shirt, which I gripped the thin cut of it at the body before rising it up. And he was quick to follow. Resting up onto my elbows as he crashed his lips to mine once more. The aroma of the beer tasted amazing as I didn't wish to drink anything under this roof that was owned by Michael. Just when I was getting his pattern, he changed it up. Fucking asshole. 

Especially when he toyed with my thong, yanking it up the smallest bit to have to snap back down onto my skin. "Ya been wearin' this all day...In...In class...?" I hesitated on the nod, it was the only way to get used to the feel, and look comfortable to lay out before him life this. But his groan was only mimicked by my own, surprisingly. As he began to rub in a circular motion to my—
"...Ain't that somethin'..."

He sounded too upbeat, so I took his member back into my grasp as I continued to motion up and done. But the movement of his hands only fueled what I would do with me recognizable action.

Moments turned to agonizing minutes, and finally ended after the given hours. Rising from my position far under the blanket to lay onto his chest, revealing myself from another round of what I've done. 
Letting our bodies press against each other, I found the relief of his finger outlining my tattoo. Feels the shiver over and over against as that portion of my back wasn't covered by the blanket. But I was too comfortable to move, so I remained there. Allowing him to follow through the pattern again and again.
"Ya know...Ya never told me what this means to ya..." Looking up to him, moving aside my hair as I was never asked this question. Not by my mother or any of my friends, and yet he finds himself still asking questions. "The mythology for it...the holy trinity. So any three things may abide by it...'mother, daughter, crone' 'father son and the holy spirit..." He hummed in recognition, but I didn't answer his question.

Not entirely, and he knew that as I looked back up to him again. "I like the feeling of it just continuing in a cycle, not ending anywhere, points adding up to one another...Protection...And unity."  He stopped the motion in that moment, to take a small little kiss on my forehead. Just rubbing the entirety of my back as he leaned in and whispered:
"Ain't gotta be afraid of nothin' no more...Aight?" I couldn't say anything more than just to snuggle closer into this hold. Furthering the idea of not being afraid any longer, especially my smile that betrayed my own emotion. Because in that very ideal sense, did I feel a tear beginning to beg for allowing out.

As we laid in our own entanglement of limbs, did I have the given idea. The little surprise in the fridge was just waiting to be given out, so rising up the smallest bit. Stretching to enable my body to wake up. Did I see him stir awake, rising to meet me halfway as I was already having my feet step to the cold wooden floor below me. 

"Ya good?" He asked, if I didn't know his sarcastic voice by now, the smirk on his face says otherwise. And in doing so did I continue to move forward, grabbing my robe and tying it to my body. The excuse was I was going to the bathroom, and so I acted as though the bathroom door open and closed as I raced down the stairs with the added leap off.

With the fridge open did I grab the small plastic container in which I bought it in, but just as I was about to close the door. The added bonus of whipped cream just called to be used, unopened, no one will miss it.

So I too took it, opening it and stuffing it into my robe's pocket before moving to put the cupcake onto a plate. Struggling to find the damn lighter, until finally I managed. Taking the receptive clicks before giving flame to the candle, smiling at the work did I continue onwards. Making the given effort in being quiet but also not allow the flame to go out. And once I reached the door, did I give forward a powerful breath, entering in to see him. Still laying in the spot we were previously entailed with, but as he saw me enter the room with a plate did he rise.

Stuffing his face with both of his hands as he laughed, his ever so white smile just hidden by the arch that his hands made from his nose down. "Gotta admit, these ideas of yours are pretty damn cute." Letting my body sit down on the bed beside him, scrunching my knees together as I presented him with the little gift.
"Come on...Make a wish?"
"Don't gotta wish for nothin' anymore...I gotchu now." But he still blew out the candle as he continued to finish his sentence. And as I struggled to regain my own mind, did he take his finger and collect the icing to take fully into his mouth. Making me just shake my head in amusement yet again, with the candle no longer being a hazard. Did I lean in to make a kiss, wanting to take the frosting from his lips. But he had a different idea, for his finger offered one as well. 

Once again, did I slowly find my mouth going down onto his finger with my eyes just locked onto his...

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Date Posted:  02-18-18// Time: 2:05
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