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Waking up due to the fact it was relatively cold where I was laying, was I confused due to the face that Daryl's arm was still planted onto my stomach as my single foot dangled off the edge. Having my elbows move on forward did I move my hair out of the way to see the sun in a decent position through the trees. But groaning over did I look to my clock. It was barely 9."Mornin'..." He grumbled, making me huff in response. And as I was about to move on, to get to my feet and start the day. Was I completely shocked at how quickly he went in to have me hold him as he continued to try and sleep.

"Someone likes being the little spoon."
"Hell ya callin' me a spoon for?" He growled, eyes still closed and no daring to open. I try to do that sometimes too, knowing if you'd open your eyes it's the end of sleep for the day.
"You always go to same little spot." He shifted around a little bit, but inevitably was it still the same. His head between my breasts, even if I had a shirt on he'd be there.
 Laying a small kiss on his head did I hear his moaning growl of a hum, almost like he was clearing his throat. And yet he still didn't deviate, even after I called him out on it.
"Ya wanna get up?" I whispered into his ear, and although he wasn't facing me. I could feel the smirk just rise against my bare skin, that's how hard he was pressing himself against me.
"Why bother? Ya brother did the same thing we did last night...Ain't tellin' what else. Could lay here forever." Scratching his head was my only thought on the matter, especially when it followed through with another growl. "Wanna take a shower?"
"That an invitation?" He answered my question with a question, and I nodded. But the look in his eyes already screamed that we weren't going to do anything naughty. I just wanted to wash his hair, let him under the warm water for a little bit.God knows the last time he's—I nodded, assuming that he could feel it did he finally rise. Getting up to his feet to throw on his boxers. Shuffling through the scattered pieces of clothing before getting to the door.

"I'll get it warm." It's becoming a mystery how he's managed to take everything romantic thing out of the book without reading the damn cover. But I didn't want to keep him waiting forever, so I grabbed another sports bra. A muscle top and shocker, I know.
Leggings.It was my home outfit, especially when I don't have anything planned for today. So that is what I settled on, before seeing him trying to figure out how to use the handles. He did figure it out, but he was testing the waters, all with a working grin on his face as he accomplished it.The shower was warm, a nice relaxer after what we did last night. And although it was fun to see Daryl's eyes squint even more than I thought they could, it was all because I tricked him into putting soap into his hair.

It took a fucking trick, as him kissing my neck, getting close enough to manage to get the smallest bit in. And damn near impossible to continue doing.Even with my hair being longer, it was still funny to see the attempt he had in drying his. Ruffling the towel while I got dressed right beside him. Mickey would be playing in bed for all I know, Maddie and Jarod aren't up yet. And unless I remember correctly, he went to bed really earlier.However, when I went to go see him. He was barely awake, but in the instant of seeing me. He rose up and patted down on his lap before bouncing up to rack back and forth the enclosed gate. "He's still got ya wrapped around ya fingers."

"Dare!" The kid in my grasp screamed, and as I tried to shush him. It was obvious that it shocked both myself and the man in between the doorway of how loudly his yell was. 

The boy was no longer gripping for my attention, his arms were full lengthen to his new friend for me to get a hold of him correctly.

"Don't think that's a good idea bud." He chuckled, just waiting for me to continue to walk downstairs.

As he was about to knock on Jarod's door, I slapped him before he could move another muscle. Making me follow to the kitchen where I sat Mickey down into his booster chair, getting him the small breakfast of oatmeal and a few slices of fruit.
"Who the hell...Shoot sorry...Who's Jeremy?" My eyes might have flashed over, but his swearing made me sigh. He knew his instant mistake, but rather the name sparked up my brother even more than before.Saying his name over and over again. "It's Jarod's friend from Fort Benning."

"It's addressed to you." He said, putting out his hand for the envelope to be taken from. And as I supplied the child with another bowl of strawberries, I looked to it. 
"What kinda name is Jeremy anyway?" He scoffed, so I patted him on the cheek. He was both embarrassed and jealous, or embarrassed because he was jealous. So instead of letting it slide, I made me look into my eyes.
"What did I say last night?"

"My dick is—"
"Ah!" 

He reverted it back to my defense against Shawn, and I had to cover his mouth before he said anything more in the sense. Really can't afford any more slip-ups, it's bad enough I have to be careful of what I say. I have to worry about stopping others from doing the same."Dixon. What did I say last night?"
"That ya mine."

"Exactly. Should I make eggs or pancakes?"

"Eggs. Gotta get 'em protein in that boy upstairs." Motioning the pan to slap him only made Mickey buckle in his seat with his mouth full of food.

He's like Daryl when he eats, and I couldn't have laughed any louder at that thought. Even if I was just cracking a good few eggs.The moment a load of bread went right beside me, along with the stick of butter. I felt like Daryl knew the plan now, after so many sleepovers. "Ya feelin' better?"
"It's the morning after pill hun, I'm not dying." 
He rolled his eyes and nodded, still managing to teach Micky the moves of sitting on the counter. And by the look of where I'm stationed, my little brother was already looking up to Daryl. Figuratively and physically. Soon, the steps began to lightly stomp down as Maddie appeared, rubbing her eyes. "Something smells good Mrs— Oh thank god..." I was confused, but the second she sat down at the island beside Daryl. I poured her a glass of orange juice. "What—"

"I don't like explaining to your mom why I slept over...I know she says it's okay, but..." She trailed off the sentence as she hummed in her cup.

"Think that invitation flies with me?" Honest to god, I tried to hold my chuckle. But Maddie just spits out a 'no' as she took another sip of her drink. "I mean...Do you really want to be here if Michael comes home."

"Yeah, guess ya right." 

The art of timing to have everything hot and ready meant that I needed to start putting in the toast, along with frying up some bacon that Daryl was already beaming with joy for. "Jarod didn't tell me you could cook."
"Wait till ya taste it." Picturing his eyes rolling back as I flipped the bacon over to allow it to cook evenly. As soon as I was plating it, another set of footsteps rolled on in. And instead of him rubbing his eyes like Maddie, he was in the middle of pull over a shirt. 

"Hey mom did— Blake?" Letting out a single huff of a chuckle, did I continue to serve out the food. Which had Maddie set up and get the plates and everything set for the rest of us. "Did mom come home?" I shook my head, which had Daryl's grin rise up once again.

"Ya think either of us would be here if she was?" He was delayed as he kissed Maddie on the forehead before sitting on down to the seat she was previously seated at. Although he traded seats as it would seem, both guys at the ends and the girls in the middle.Seems about right."Why don't you ever cook for me?" Jarod said, and as I threw my dish rag at Maddie's forceful hand, it had him coward in fear as she slapped him with it again and again.

"Wrong move bro, hell ya say that for." She had her final hits in, until I motioned for it back. Throwing it into the air did I just hit Daryl in one motion as well. "Stop swearing."
"Alright. Alright." He had his hands up, rather than his previous pose of hiding his face into them. 

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The weekend, as enjoyable as it was. Seemed to have been so fast considering both Daryl and Maddie slept over into Sunday as well. Alarming due to the fact mom nor Michael didn't come home at all during the weekend, it seemed fitting that they were both busy. And mom especially, given she was promoted to being head-nurse as of this week.

Jarod and I are planning to make her dinner one day this week, but with her hours being everywhere. And she's only home at random times of the day when we're in school or sleeping, it's been hard. Especially when there's already rumor on the horizon that Michael and his deployment are going to return with Jermey's platoon, if that is even stated correctly. I really need to ask for the logistics of this entire thing, but at the moment Daryl was finding class particular boring considering he was playing with my hand the entire time the teacher was talking.He was like a child when it came to serious moments, good thing I remember this section all too well. The reason I'm getting by to graduation to this school is my previous one held most of the curriculum for this year's classes.
 In other words, I'm still ahead. So us learning about the world wars is jumping from King Henry so far into the future it worries me, along with the fact that Michael might want to boycott this project. He's a general, after all, he'd be the first person to know what sort of battle strategies there'd be."Since I know all of you are having the English essay, I decided against giving you one in this class to stress about...But this being one of your final grades, I want each of you to find a partner and we can get started on this group assignment." Fuck. Complete and utter fuck. If there was any other reason to laugh at the fact that Daryl froze in regard to it. But the term 'final grade' just repeated over and over in my mind.

"Yo I get it if ya wanna work with someone else..." He spoke, but to be honest I would have asked the teacher if I could work alone rather than in a group if he wasn't here. "Partners?" I asked, disregarding everything he said. And his smirk rose along with his motioning to my hand once more. His nod only reassured me that he'd be my partner, what a great way to start this week.

As the assignment was passed out, was I in the clear of seeing it to be something not too difficult. It felt more like a portfolio than anything else, a few paragraphs here and there. To be honest, it felt like something the sophomore class might have to do in terms of level wise, I don't know what came over him.Seeing Daryl organize the sections off did a sheet of paper come over this way, handed back from the group in front of us. The teacher wanted to see who's in who's group, so I put our names down and had him pass it off to the next group.
"Ya don't write ya first name down?" I shook my head, showing him my paper. I do put Holden but Aurora seems so formal, don't want anyone else calling me that just yet.And I don't think I'll ever get over it.He might not have agreed with most of the assignment, but I was surprised that he was looking through the book at all. This was the hardest I've seen him work, and almost always it was the bow in hand. Now it's the textbook. 
As the bell rang I was just getting my folder in order with the project's contents, Daryl joked about keeping it together. I trusted him, but I wasn't going to let him take it. I'll probably work on it during another class if I get the chance, but just as He took my jacket off my chair, the teacher called me over. Saying he wants to 'talk'."I'll meet ya outside." Nodding did I continue forward, hugging my folder to my chest as I honestly did not know what to expect from this sudden question or whatever it may be.

"First I want to congratulate you on getting your credits in on time, that must've been difficult. The school board can be brutal like that...Sorry, I see you're working with Mr.Dixon?" I nodded, stopping my imedent laugh as he was looking at the class roster of who's working with who.Why'd I think this was going to bite me in the ass?

"If he doesn't contribute, I want you to tell me." And why was I expecting this as well, Daryl even asked me if I wanted to be partners with him. So this was just the set example I needed to know that he wasn't going to do it otherwise. "He's doing better in the class...Isn't he?" It seems as though he took out the grades for this quarter right before me, and honestly I don't think he's meant to show me others averages.

"Yes, well...He's been doing far better in the class once you arrived. The C he got on his test is high enough so he's not failing anymore. This project will surely bring his final grade up to a C as well. Maybe higher." 
I smiled, if Daryl can pass this class I'll make his strive for it. And he must be seeing my pure enthusiasm as much as me. "We both want to see him pass Blake, but if he doesn't do the work—"
"Then I'll tell you." I spoke as innocently as I could, even if he doesn't help I'll still give it to him. He wished for me to have a good day before I was out of the classroom for good, the shocker of it all was that Daryl was just resting against the wall waiting for me. Eyeing down everyone who might have given him a glance, and before long was it lit up as he saw me.

"What'd he want?" He asked, continuing to walk forward with me as I ventured to my locker. The amount of homework I have this weekend is death defining and I cannot even begin to stress how I'm going to be able to go to the bar on Wednesday with all of this.

"He wants to make sure you're working on the project."
  
"Fucking asshole." Swatting him for the choice of words did he hand me back my jacket as I slouched it back within my bags holdings, along with taking my creative writing notebook and a few other things I'll need for tonight's lesson."You know, you're grades have gotten better since I joined the class."
"How the hell do ya know?" Telling him he showed me made Daryl scoff out into the air, the hallways were deserted now since the bell rang a minute ago. We just have the privilege to leave, and perhaps even work on this damn project that's due in two weeks.He was keen on driving my bike and since he was the first one on I didn't argue. But he was not going to move until I had both my jacket on and my helmet, hypocrite, more or less. Just gave up on the fact that he will never take the normal one I have as a spare.

Just as I was about to pull my arms around his waist, was he quick to reach behind and secure them in place. "Ain't gonna have ya fallin' off." He laughed, calling out the first time the road with me. I think that was the first time I went to his house...Or was it—

I don't remember. And I also don't remember him saying we're going to the lake, because as of right now we're on the trail towards our little spot by the water.Getting off first did I rip off my hemet before securing it back on the bike. "What are we doing—" "Don't think I can concentrate bein' in ya room after what we did Friday...Or Saturday." He winked at me, suggesting and all for its good purpose planting the thoughts within my head. The fact of the matter is, he came out here so we could study. Shocker at the very most, and it will be a mess once Jarod starts bitching about it as well.
Barely a page in the textbook as I tried to retain as much information as possible, did I catch Daryl staring up at me for the given few seconds. Mastered the art of feeling his eyes on me, and at this point I couldn't help but smile and laugh at his awareness of me knowing I see him.Yet he's still continuing to do it. 
"Are you reading?"

"Y-yes..." I asked my question with my eyes still down, but the second I looked up he fumbled to look down. Although he knew he was caught, he just slumped the book back down and met me down on his stomach as I was on mine. "Ya squintin'...Do ya need ya glasses?" I was close enough to read, perhaps it was his attention to me rather than what he is tasked to render me to strain them a bit more than usual.

 So I shook my head, yet he fished for them in my bag anyway. Grabbing his hand, as I knew the condoms were in the same spot as my glasses. In the zipped up pocket inside. This was going to get heated, for he must've already felt it. "Ya keep one with ya?" He asked, making me nod as I begin to rise up. His eyes, as tempting and inviting as they were. Just screamed for me to say the words, and maybe it can tame the stress that already coursed through my bones."Guess when I said fantasies...Got ya thinkin' bout doin' it at school." Letting my book fall from my hold did I continue to move on over towards him, his body was still to the floor so it was easier to pin him down, his waist just pinned down between my thighs.His smirk mirrored on over towards me, and I have yet to see it dwindle.

"Aight...Aight...See where this is goin'..." He grumbled, leaning up the smallest bit for me to meet him back down for a subtle kiss. Dragging it out as it distracted him from my hands at his belt, he knew, for a moment he hesitated to continue and only fed me half of what I was offered moments ago. 
"Hun ya sure? We—"

"That was Thursday, we won't make the mistake again." Trying to regain his efforts to continue might have failed, until his teeth shown once more. Chuckling up a storm that I couldn't wait to hear about.
"Ya know why there was the baby boom right after the war? It's cause all 'em horny men came home to their wives and girlfriends lookin' to get laid." Earning him another kiss had him fix our position as he slowly but surely fought for the top, with my back now resting on the soil. Was he focused on my shorts, no belt blocking him from his battle to get my button undone.
"Ya wearin' these all day, don't think ya know what ya do to me half the time." 
With them open now, I'm going to assume that the lace that covered my panties was visible enough to make him groan up towards the sky. But then something crossed in thought, he's always the one controlling on top. Even now when I initiated it did he seemingly get above me without my knowledge.As laid down my flannel so I wouldn't be fixated on the dirt was he soon going to realize that I wasn't going to be the one down on the floor. He was. And however badly this goes, I'll know next time it didn't work.With my panties and shorts hooked onto one single leg was I exposed to the rest of the world, only my long tank top seemingly passed down to cover if need be. And instead of having Daryl's ass hanging out in the air, did I flip us over again. Just as he was about to continue forward, and he was surely against it.

"Hell ya doin'?" He growled, and as my hands trailed up his arms to interlock his hands down to the ground. Pressing against the grass did I have him right where I want him. "Relax...Let me take control..." I whispered, kissing slightly down from behind his ear. And yet, I found myself seemingly steady pace, making him groan in agony of how slow I was taking it. But then I realized what happened.

I found an even better weak spot. It wasn't even on his neck and I doubt I would have ever found it. Right at his collarbone, his hands soon gripped harder against mine, making my reaction to speed up the process. Yet it was easier to slow down and continue back up.
"See...I knew you could do it..." I teased, but the second my question was in the air, my mouth connected back to the single spot.He was regaining his own strength, buckling to as he tried to fire up the motions. And although that earned a moan out of me, seeing as how far deep he managed in one quick and powerful thrust. But it still tempted him to continue to move in, so crossing his arms off behind him allowed any further temptation to be destroyed, seeing how he needs his arms for anything more.

"Shit..." He spoke in such a tone that I haven't heard of before, and I have no intention of not knowing what had him swear. And instead as I turned around, I saw the given elderly couple just walking by a good hundred yards away, I doubt they could see anything through the thickets of trees.Or the bushes, hell, I could barely see them. 
As I tried to continue, I allowed Daryl the freedom of his arms once more. And they went straight to the place I thought they'd go, right for my waist to continue the movement. Up and down, whether he wanted me to stay still for a moment as he gained the control.But it was enough of the teasing, for I returned to his ear as slowly as I could and whispered:
"Go ahead."
 There was barely a moment for my mind to process before we both seemed to be lying on the ground, this odd position was never in mind. And yet it seemed so basic that I couldn't...

"Forgot to show ya this one...Remind me, back when we got a bed and an empty house...That ya wanna take control...Ya hear?" His body pushing me up and up before I could even embrace his words with a frantic yes, I was stupid in thinking I could take control.He knows what he's doing. I don't.It's simple.

Especially when he managed to finish me off in the moments after switching the position, he too followed. And yet, he was quick to put himself away and hold me, managing to cover me up by pulling my panties and short high onto my waist.Along with settling for a smoke, but instead of lighting it for me. He's passed me the one he just lit. As breathless as I was, this took the strategy to new heights. Having a smoke after something like that, it's a must now."Wanna save this for another time?"
"I work on Wednesday." He huffed, in the middle of an intake as he carefully flicked it away from my hair. My body still felt numb with pleasure, I don't know how he regains himself so quickly. "Guess I gotta come with ya...Restaurant right?"
"Nope." His body rocked with a chuckle, as he knew what was in store. We usually stay out late and he gets a free drink out of me being there.

"How the hell ya know how to mix drinks anyhow? Meant to ask ya that awhile 'go." Flicking the finished smoke was I trying to piece together the question, but it came around the time that was officially blank. The time I was doing painkillers and it must've been during then that I managed to get the job done. "I don't remember...I know I worked at a restaurant that served drinks, but I was 16 waiting tables."
"Ya don't remember?" He questioned further, and with no smoke holding me back into holding onto his chest. Was it easy to hid the single tear that managed to escape, and for the first time he didn't notice I was crying.Allowing myself the minute and just hiding the hitched breath as an after sex ritual. I calmed myself down, to the extent that is. "Yeah, the uh...The painkillers were—"
"Nah, nah ya don't have to explain that hun. We've all been there, ya just had a reason for it." 
Setting upwards as I sat up, did I never tell him the reason. So I guess this would be the perfect time. "But I never told you why..." "
Ya don't have to tell me if ya don't want to." I shook my head, knowing it was well enough to do so."I broke my wrist, and I knew if I took off of work for the entire time...I'd be out the money I needed for school and...Fuck everything else I needed."
 "The difference between our addictions, ya had a reason. I didn't."
My eyes now turned to him, what the hell was he addicted to? So once I asked, he knew he fucked up telling me now in this very moment. "S-shrooms..."
"Oh thank god."
"J.C ain't here right now. Get a lil Zen once in a while." Of course he'd see life like that, peaceful.We shared a laugh about that, but rather than continuing the project. Did we promise to continue during class time tomorrow considering the teacher is in need for half the class to get their grades together...

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Date Posted: 04-08-18 // Time: 4:10
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I meant to post this on Wednesday but I didn't get the chance until now :(