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Jarod soon took Maddie away from me, seeing as how they both seem occupied enough. And finding Daryl wasn't challenging, he was eating another slice of our pizza.
"Did you have fun?" Mouth full of food did he nod, he had the aura of a small child when it came to food or toys. And seeing him go head to head at Jarod on ping pong was funny enough as. "Jarod and I are sorry that we weren't payin' attention to Mickey."
"I'm not mad, if something happened then—"
"Nothin' happened, he's a big kid." 
He said, passing him a solo cup filled with soda did he chug it down. His sloppy taste of it as he shook his head to the feeling. Guess he doesn't drink too much soda either.

"I needa take a smoke, come on." He grumpled, he finished his pizza within seconds of the conversation anyway, so as I followed him outside, was I sure to wrap my robe more securely so the wind and the night's cool air wouldn't affect me so much.

He held out one from the box, offering the light before the nicotine cooled down and relaxed my muscles. "Wait shit, ya ain't suppose to smoke on—"
"Of course you read the box." I rolled my eyes, just handing it to him back. No reason to waste a perfectly good cigarette when I've only gotten along second use out of it. 

"How'd ya talk with Maddie go?"
"Great...I haven't talked to her since..." Trying to think of a time when I did actually talk to her. Did I see him lean down onto the porch's railing, flicking the ashes off his smoke before chuckling out into the night's air.
"Since ya and I started datin'." Rolling my eyes, did I lean in right beside him. Arms touching as I sarcastically bumped him. "I never really saw myself being friends with her though, and I rather not stay in the house while they're..." Again did I trail off, but seeing him take off his jacket was I honestly confused.
"I ain't gonna let ya freeze, come on. We'll take a walk." Shrugging along, did I take the first shoes I saw beside the door. And in the instant did I follow him down the path that lead towards the unused barns stationed to the far right.

"Hell ya got barns for anyway?"

"Mom said it was because they're a foster home for animals, summer thing." The rusty chuckle he admitted out into the blanket of nothingness was music to my ears, especially when he pulled me closer to his hold. His arm enclosing me to the small space of his chest.
"Ya better call me if ya got horses." Never in a million years would I have suspected the Mr. Daryl Dixon likes horses, never ever.

To be honest, it was nice to get away from the house. No longer needing the AC, rather letting the night function as the natural tone-setter. And as farther away we got from the house, the antsier I got about telling what Shawn did.

"Hey..." I spoke, quietly at that. Making him do a double take before looking down to see my weary eyes. The fear rolled on into me now, especially with what Maddie psyching me out. "What's up?"
"...I uh, remembered something from the lake house..." The smirk rising higher and higher within each passing moment only halted my sudden explanation.
"I bet ya did, strangers bed durin' a party is different than anythin' else we've done."

However he managed to maintain this dirty factor into the mix, was I still a nervous wreck that I could only smile at his joke. But that in the instant spoke to him as my starting words didn't. "What'd ya remember?"

 "If I tell you, you have to promise me that you'll—"

"Blake..." He groaned, just wanting me to continue through with what I remembered. The sex was good, and the morning after is a blur. Just this major highlight never left my mind, I only am claiming it as a memory coming in because it softens the blame a bit more. 
A little white lie.

"Ah ah ah...I thought it was Rory."
"Well, I thought it was Pookie, till ya pulled out the Dixon on me." My nose crinkled up as I just laughed at how serious we were at trying to avoid this fucking conversation. "Fine. Fine...Can't be that bad."

Again did my mouth speak before I was able to think clearly enough in responding to that, and it was just the faithful 'ah' sound that dragged out for far too many seconds. "Shawn he uh...He came into the room..." I closed my eyes, peeking through my hair as I looked to him. He's searching both my eyes and his thoughts as he tried sorting through it all.
"Knew he was a peeper. Put on a great show for him though."
"No...It was after...You were sleeping and he wanted to t-talk." I cough out the last word, making me stumble it on out. "Ya went with him?" I nodded.

The real mystery of it all was when he started to itch the back of his neck, like he too was nervous for the response. "He tried to kiss me...You needed to know that—"
"He fuckin' tried to kiss ya?!...I'm gonna beat his ass--" He growled, loudly I might add. His front teeth clearly showing in regards to how steaming angry he was, and as I tried to calm him down with my hands onto his arms. It was obvious that he didn't want to be touched as he flung his arms up to have me back away.

The truth of the matter is that it didn't make anything better considering it almost happened in the very jacket I have on my shoulders right now. "He was drunk and—"

"And what?! Blake he coulda done somethin', it coulda turned into that jock party!"
"But it didn't. I stopped him." Him bitting his lip only made me want to kiss it. Ever since he denied me the right to a smoke, I just wanted to taste the tobacco on him. 

So I went for it.

Taking a hold of his two cheeks did I move in for the motion, and he was reluctant to dense it. But soon he joined in the fun. "I'm yours..." I mumbled, letting my head fall down on his chest. This was the only way to calm him down, Maddie mentions a soft spot. And this was it, this was his weakness.

Better yet, I am his weakness.

"He didn't hurt ya or—"
"No. He was drunk."
"Did he say anythin' else?" That's when I let out the untrusting sigh to his chest. This was going to end well. "You want the funny one first or the bad one?" Raising my head up, I'm pretty sure he's shocked that there is even a positive to all this. So he shrugged. "Bad one I guess, the other one better be funny hun." He huffed, delaying his decision by another fraction of a second with that action. 

"He tried to break us up, said I'm making a mistake...That I'd be happier with him, he said 'I love you,' right before he tried to kiss me." Seeing his jawline beginning to stick out further and further indicated that he was gritting his teeth to the point of exposure. So I continued further, just not looking to the darkening of his eyes while I spoke.
"...Claimed that I didn't know anything about you, that your brother is an asshole and how you're a follower. But you're not, you're Daryl. And I might not know everything just yet, but I want to...God, I sound like a fucking mess." I said, holding onto my head like I was crazy. God was I scared to look up to him, he was completely still. So I turned around, still hand carrying my head as I gave him a moment to think about it all.
"Ya know most of my story, ain't much more to tell...Just didn't think Shawn would be that shitty of a person to flank ya like that."

I turned around in the instant his voice growled on out, but even then did I flinch at how deep and possessed it was. "Good news any good?"
"Tried to say he's better in bed, but thanks to Julia I know that little secret," I said, tapping his nose as I smirked loudly as ever.
He didn't get what I was hinting at. 
"That supposed to make me feel better...It don't." He didn't get it, dammit.

"That I said you have a bigger dick?" I felt my smile flatten as I said the word, but he just brightened up tremendously. Even the rusty laugh was better than the silence we've endured for the last few minutes. "You feel better now?"
"Ain't used to ya sayin' naughty shit like that...sounds foreign comin' from ya lips." He said, wrapping his hands around my lower waist as he gripped me closer together. 

"Might not be makin' any love tonight, but if ya wanna make it up to me, we can try somethin' new." There were probably a million thoughts just zooming through his head, and I honestly couldn't identify what he was trying to get across. "What didn't we try yet?" His eyebrows rose, the single one taunted me as I tried to read his beaming thoughts. 

This was better than seeing him mad, seeing him naughty was better than anything in that category. So for him to silently suggest another level of sexual intercourse, was I trying to piece it together. And it was the big shout out of 'love makin' to 'fucking' and this was purely fucking. 

Just something that would result in me getting pregnant. So I tapped onto his chest with both hands flat out, with a big smile my face and spoke the clear words of:
"I'm gonna give that a hard no."

His body buckled with laughter as he assumed I was clueless in all areas of sex, instead did he forget to realize my boobs were sore and my body ached. Although it was just numb now, it still sensed up spikes when I expect it to. "Bet yet don't even know what I was thinkin'." Our smirks might be mirrored, but I didn't want him to say it out loud.

"My boobs might be killing me, but I am not doing that. No sir. Nope." Shaking my head, that was something completely and utterly new to my mind. How the hell did he even grow that imagination.

Which begs the further question, if he's done it before.

"Aw hun, alright...They're probably done fuckin'...Gotta show these guys some love too." His hand motioned to my boobs, tipping them up. They were only in a sports bra underneath his jacket, so as he turned me around. Continuing the hold from earlier in our conversation, does he lead me on back to the house.

Surprised that mom took another long shift, but even more so that she trusts us with Mickey at such odd times. Guess Jarod is pretty trustworthy, minus the whole stair thing.

As I lead him up the stairs, shutting all the lights on our way back towards my room. Did the slight noises from Jarod's room just signal what was going on in there. "Guess Jarod does got it in 'im." He chuckled, so close to my ear that it had me shiver, even after the door was closed.

He managed to take off his jacket from my shoulders without any protest from me, the biggest thing was him getting my sports bra off with no hooks to manage through it. 

Gently leading me to my own bed, does he take off his own clothes to show he's sleeping here as well. Or I hope he is. It's late as is, he can't leave. Not after what we just talked about. 

"Remember what I said 'bout any fantasies?" He growled, moving slowly from my neck down to the lining swell of my breasts. The amount of pain they were in today earned the satisfaction of his light kisses and tender care that he was keen on attending to. But as I spoke, did I lift up my bra to throw it onto the floor as well, allowing him full access from all sides. 

"All ears..." He mumbled, rising to meet my ear as he continued his duty. I denied him whatever it was, I don't know if I'm comfortable with anything to that extreme. Or ever will be for that matter.
"Rory, hun...Ya there?" He teased, and I nodded enjoying every second of his elaborate plan in getting me talk.

"I like...I like it when you push me into the bed...When my back's facing you..." His smirk was visible with barely my Christmas lights on...I didn't just say what I thought I did.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Hiding behind my hands as I laughed up a storm, did Daryl calmly sit onto my waist. Or barely hovering it over as he tried to pry my hands away from my face they were glued to.
"Hey hey hey...Ain't nothin' wrong with that, doggysytle ya thing...I don't mind."
"There's a name?!" I screamed, having my hand return it's covering position against my mouth. But that just had him stop his action of being so station above me to fall directly back to my breasts.

Suffocating himself like he usually does.

"Aight...Aight. Keep forgettin' ya new at this." He grumbled, rising back up to his statue up above, just feeling up my stomach before caressing against my breasts. The single chuckle as he reverted back leaning down to kiss my lips once more. But he didn't leave the position, wanting me to hear his words. Carefully. 

"Just gonna show ya, alright...Ain't gonna do nothin' till ya feelin' better...Just relax." Nodding, did he straighten his back. Leaning back in his hold as he moves my legs up and onto his shoulders.
"Ya might like this one, can't close ya legs like I gotcha doin'..." Giggling did he groan in response, this was painful for him. But he managed to still pull through, even after all the shit that happened outside.

But as he continued to scoot further off the edge, did I see his growing budge follow through as he began to stand up. As feet on the ground, yet his waist was still leveled to mine. "Easier to do it this way, but ya neck is lonely and I ain't keepin' it like that." His commentary of these positions was quick and simple to follow, nodding did he move to the next one. But that meant him moving down to the bed, and me hovering over his just growing erection. 

"Ya knew this one, thought ya were a cowgirl...If ya turn around, reverse it. That's one too." As my eyebrows scrunched together, was I confused. Only until I lifted one thigh off to reposition myself so that my ass is facing him now, but I was so invested with this that I began to grind towards him. Teasing him in all shapes in sizes, and one was just becoming larger by the moment.

His jolt forward as his arms held tightly against my waist, did my mouth open as I looked on back. Waiting to respond with a compliment on this one, but he was too focused on my neck to supply any further delay.
"Turn back around." He ordered, and I was so turned on by this sudden bossiness in his tone that I couldn't help but find it in myself not to do as he asks. 

But before I could protest what he was doing next, his hand gripped hard to my waist as he lifts me higher up. And by that I mean I am straddling against his waist as he's fully on two feet yet again.
"All I gotta do is bounce ya up and down, ain't much to it." He talked with the smirk still plastered on his face, but as he placed me back towards the bed. Was his question reigning through the air as I silently moved towards it. 

"What was ya favorite one?" And I silent enough to just lay flat on my stomach as I rested on down, my back arched up just a small portion as my knees sunk into the bed. I knew how torturous this was for him, even with my leggings covering my colored thong. These were his favorite and nothing else could scream it louder than he is right now.

"Pull ya ass on up." Feeling his hands back to their original spot of my waist, was I still confused. But no until he furthered his own torture by dry humping me instead. "You sure you don't want to try any of these tonight?"
"I ain't makin' love to ya tonight, not cause ya brother's down the hall. But cause ya just took a pill cause I done fucked up." Huffing out an unfinished puff of air, did he sigh. Whatever he was planning with those devious blue eyes squinting at me wildly. 

"I mean, we could try somethin'...But ya gotta take these off first." With me sitting on my folded legs, did I rise up to meet him at the side of my bed. Stripping my tight leggings down to reveal the lace panties that had him squat down to. 

His hands tracing alongside my leg as he kissed gently all while looking up.
"Don't think ya gonna need those either hun."
"We aren't—"
"Nah, ain't into that neither." 

It was a fresh sign of relief that he wasn't interested in it. Honestly, a clean inhale to my lungs at that. "Wanna do the honors?" I ask, sarcastically at that. So as he rose his feeble kisses towards the lining of my panties, he dragged them down to solidify that I am completely bare before him. 

"Fuck." He growled, and in the instant and however uncalled for this was. Did I find my hand just sliding deep into his boxers, taking hold of an already hard member of his body.

Leaning up for a final kiss of the night, did he drag it on out. Letting his hands hold tightly of my cheeks, parting my hair away from the rest as he led me back to the bed. But this time he fell down first.
"Alright, up and at 'em." I was utterly confused, I forgot what position he wanted me to—
"Shit...Guess I forgot this one, come on then. Sit on my face." My mouth gawked, as this is what he wanted. "How long have you been thinking about this?"
"Fuckin' far too long." I chuckled taking my sweat time to buy myself the given minute of reflection. Was this truly happening??

As I gently was straddling his head, did he wrap his arms in between my thighs so that I was spread out more opening for his mouth to progress at. And although I had my back straightened, I found it more polite to help his twitching erection to enjoy it as well.

So arching my ass into the air, could I already picture his growing smirk rise as he sends even more of a sensation to my core and the rest of my body. Rubbing up and down at his shaft did I manage to have to muffle his groan with my own body.

His tongue did wonders, flicking back and forth. And whether it myself or him that rocked my waist back and forth to move along with it. It was my turn to have my moans muffled with his erection being in my mouth.

Not having control of my own body was I starting to move away from his growing touch, and we both knew what that meant in terms of how far along I was. The bucking began only turned Daryl on further as his deep growl erupted to prove it as well.

Without any warning, did he finish at the back of my throat, but I still gave him the benefit of holding him off as he had me screaming as well. The second I did, he rose my body up and forward, still managing to stay connected by pushing me down into the bed as he added his hand to the mix. 

"Sh...Sh... Don't want ya brother hearin' bout this." Letting out a breathless giggle, did my mouth turn into the shape of an 'O' before managing to look into Daryl's eyes. 

Feeling the physically drained did he focus his hold back to my breasts, they were writhing in pain just a few hours ago and now they are completely numb to the static pleasure that's coursing up and down my body.

With our breathing becoming a minimal, and us being too lazy in trying to actually get to the pillow to rest our heads. Were we content on laying without limbs just entangled in the center of the bed, making me just laugh into the air at how cliche I used to think it was.

The drastic panting that movies always had sex sought out to be, and now I know it's true.

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Date Posted: 04-01-18  // Time: 11:28
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APRIL FOOLS, YOU THOUGHT I FORGOT HUH?