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"You're gonna make me?" She smirked a bit as she damn near skipped her way to their watchtower. He was looking just a bit disgruntled, impatient really as he leaned against the board of controls that she wasn't sure worked or not. It ran across the front wall, and since the controls probably didn't work anymore it looked like it'd work as a great counter right under the windows.. Windows that went all around the watchtower, making it feel so much bigger than the square that it really was.
Just like they'd told him, he'd washed up and his hair looked slicked back just a bit by water. It was a different look than his usual one, where his hair was falling into his face because it was growing quite a bit. Now, she could see all of his serious stubble covered face.
He wasn't even wearing his usual vest, just a tank top since they were going to bed. He didn't like doing much without his shirt, and she understood why. So she didn't push him to get out of it no matter what they were up to. She'd only learned about his scars when he'd woken up late the net morning after one of their drunken nights, after getting practically black out wasted because of an argument with Merle. She didn't even remember them hooking up, and neither did he. But she remembered when he sat up out of bed the next morning, and she got a clear view of his scarred back...
She'd tried to trace some, and the gentle touch had him flinching as if it were the angry hand of his father. It was as if he hadn't even realized he was shirtless because he was so hungover, and he'd become angry once he realized he was. He'd shot up from the bed, turning his back against the wall with his face twisted up angrily...
'The hell ya touchin' me for?! Stop lookin' at me!'
He was like a scared and cornered child even though she hadn't even gotten up off the bed. She'd still been drowsy from sleep and confused, but still... He could see those small slivers of what he could only think of as pity. He hated it.
But they'd grown past that together. He'd apologized when she got teary eyed, and left the room all flustered to go use Merle's shower.
"I sure am. Done set everythin' up all nice and all." He motioned towards the mattress he'd dragged up there that had his sleeping bag on top for extra measure. She'd complained about the mattresses being dirty, and even though he'd picked one of the cleaner ones he knew she'd be quick to make a comment if it had too much of a walker smell on it.
Her brown eyes raked over the set up, their heads would be right under the control board, so they'd be facing the entryway. Their stuff was set aside to the corner of the room, taking up a bit of space in the smaller area. Still, it was a neat little mess that she couldn't help but smile warmly at.
"You're the fuckin' best." She praised, kicking off her slides so she could hop on the mattress to add a few inches to her height when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders for a hug. She had a pull him down a bit to force his head down to her chest, and he didn't resist at all. Instead, his lips stretched into a grin when he turned his head towards her to take a playful bite out of her left boob. "Ow! Daryl, what the fuck!"
She laughed out as she pushed his head away, but she couldn't push him very far even though he was laughing himself too. Because he'd wrapped an arm around her waist to gently steer her down on the bed since he wanted to lay down already. It wasn't to rush their intimacy, his feet were just tired as fuck from walking around all day doing shit. So when they both laid on their sides on the bed facing one another, he let out a groan of relief when he kicked off his own sandals that he'd found. It felt like once the pressure was taken off of the appendages, they pulsed with relief. He couldn't tell if it hurt or felt good. Maybe it just hurt good...
"Did you have a good day today?" She whispered the question even though they were the only ones in the room, and she had to bite her lip to stop from smiling too hard when his eyes became warm. They danced over her face, and she could only stare back and admire those calm Dixon blues that were usually storming. Brewing with so many different emotions she never knew which one he was actually feeling sometimes.
"I did, you were there... Did you?"
"Of course I did, you were there."
They settled in silence, not even uttering a word when he reached a hand out to caress her jaw and cheek as he admired her. His other hand twisting and twirling a curl of hers, trying to keep occupied so it wouldn't wander too much. But... That was what they both wanted. It was like he was just taking his time admiring her, caressing her. Feeling her before he'd tried to take a step forward, because quite frankly.. Touch was something that felt entirely too taboo to him.
He usually wouldn't want to feel anyone's hands on him, not even hers sometimes. But now.. He was letting her explore. He didn't stop her by pushing her hand away when she'd reached out to trail her fingertips over his face just like he'd done to her before. Not even when those same hands ventured over his neck, shoulders... Then arms and his clothed chest and abdomen.
To Daryl, it was invigorating. He didn't even have to be inside her for her to make him feel something. His heart was already racing, breathing picking up everytime her hands stopped in certain areas to give him a gentle and quick massage. Especially when she'd stopped over his nipples through his tank top and teased them with a pinch.
To Blessing, it felt like she was being edged the entire fucking time.
When his breathing picked up a bit, and his lips parted as he stared at her in wonder.. She knew it was time to open her mouth or else he wouldn't make his move. She always had to make the first move when it came to this kind of shit, and she was fine with that for the most part. He knew when to take charge, and so did she.
"Can you kiss me now?" He nodded a bit too fast at her question, and even shuffled over to her so he could crawl partially on top of her. She opened her legs a bit for him to settle between them, her bent knees caging him in, she still was wearing pajamas pants and shirt just like him. So she whined the tiniest bit when she could feel his hard on through his pants rubbing against her own sex, teasing her even more than he already was. "Daryl-"
He knew she'd open her mouth to start rushing him, so he interrupted her with a sloppy kiss that took her breath away. He grunted into the kiss when she raised her hips, thrusting herself up against him to get some well needed friction. He tried to match her with his own, even when he was distracted by trying to dominate her tongue with his own. She always put up a good fight, but this time.. He'd won. Once he took over their kiss, it became feverish. He held himself up above her with an elbow, while the other was venturing under her shirt to grasp at her breasts. His gentle caresses becoming more of a desperate grasp, his hands leaving trails of angry red marks behind them that would simply disappear minutes later.
"Take 'em off." It was a simple command, a simple command that he'd spoken with his voice low and rumbling like thunder she'd heard before. He'd pushed himself up to settle on his knees so she was able to raise her legs into the air for her to be able to rush out of her pants. He'd even helped her when her foot got stuck in one of the legs with a hasty tug of the fabric before he'd tossed them haphazardly to the corner of the room. He let her put her legs back down only after she'd slipped out of her panties too, and pushed the hem of his pants down to his hard cock could spring to life once they were just below his ass.
"Love me." She breathed once he'd brought himself back down, coming back down to use his elbow to hold him up above her once again. At this his brows furrowed, and his blue eyes that were hooded with lust looked up to meet hers.
He was only partially confused by her words, too focused on the moment they were in. "I always love you, Bless. Yer my baby."
They were simple words that he growled out as he pushed his cock into her, dipping his head into the crook of her neck for her to suckle on her skin as she threw her head back to moan out. He moved with slow and steady strokes, so slow that he had to bring up his other arm for him to use both elbows so his hands could tangle in her hair. Clutching at her coils but not tugging so he could restrain from changing his tempo because this one seemed to be doing its job for her. He could tell by the way she'd reached around to scratch at his back but she could only really get his shoulders since he was still wearing his tank top.
"Yer my baby, right?" A breathless whisper in her ear, a question he already knew the answer to. When she nodded instead of answering verbally, he quickened his pace a bit and caught her off guard. He rose his head to look down at the faces she made, trying to see what she looked like when those devilish sounds slipped from those pretty lips of hers. "Yes or no? Hm?"
She cried out, nodding more frantically with her lips parted and brows furrowed. Her eyes were squeezed shut, body overwhelmed with the senses she was already feeling... That he made her feel. His breath bouncing off of her face, so ragged it almost sounded like he was panting. She could tell he'd even brushed his teeth when she told him to wash up because it was minty, cold even when it touched her skin. Yet whatever skin of his that touched hers was so warm it nearly burned.
His fingers tangled in her hair not even tugging at the strands felt like a massage, adding on to the pleasure she was feeling.
He quickened his pace even more when she nodded again. And this time, he pushed himself back up on his knees. His hands moved from her hair to her his to raise them a bit for him to angle up more, and she had to reach to grab his arms and pull herself up so that she was basically straddling his lap on the bed. Once she did that, he wrapped an arm around her waist so he could lean back on the wall that was behind their heads and plop his ass down so his legs wouldn't get tired. But Blessing? This was her time to shine.
She gripped at the edge of the control panel since she had to lean back so she wouldn't bang her head against it and used it as leverage to keep her balance. She planted his feet on both sides of him so that she was crouching over him now, and he could only look up at her with dazed and dark eyes when she started to ride him. Her shirt was still on, but it was an older one that had a small tear on the hem as if she'd tried to make it a v neck. So he reached up with both hands to tear at the already ripped shirt, so that it was wide open and he had a clear view of her bra covered chest.
She only let go of the counter for a moment to push it off with haste, and then her bra followed. He let out a shaky whine at that, and one of his hands found itself circling her right breast so he could bring her nipple to his lips. His tongue circling over for mere seconds before his lips had completely enveloped it for him to suck on. She let out a breathless moan at that feeling, adding on to the orgasm that was coursing through her since she'd picked up her pace when she gripped the counter once again. And when she squeezed around his cock, he groaned out desperately. His legs twitching beneath her for a second as he fought his own orgasm back. She had to get one more, at least.
That way he'd feel like he'd actually satisfied her.
"Fuck, Daryl~." It sounded like a whine, a whine that had him breathing out his out moan into her skin. Hearing her call out his name like that always send tingles down his spine, almost had him cumming then and there. But he couldn't just yet. So instead, he focused on ramming his cock up into her since she was slowing down. It seemed like her legs were probably getting tired after her orgasm. So, he'd simply pick that pace back up for her.
"I'm all yours, I'm your baby." She moaned into the air when his hands gripped at her waist a bit hardly. Keeping her in place so he could have the wonderful view of her tits bouncing right in his face as he pounded into her. They were oh so tempting, so tempting he had to bring one into his mouth once again for a taste... Just to remind himself of the flavor, of course.
That, along with her reaching a hand down to give her clit some stimulation was enough to send her into yet another orgasm. One that he had to pause to look down at because the way she squeezed at him had his body vibrating. She was gushing around his cock, and the sight of her spilling all over his cock had him squeezing her even harder when his stomach clenched with his own orgasm.
"Holy fuck..."
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June 4th, 2025