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You stared over at Daryl, watching as he picked up one heavy crate of supplies after another, lugging them from the truck parked at front of the gate, to the side of the street. His arms glistened in the sun, as sweat ran down his big, muscular body. You bite your lip a little at the sight of him, looking him up and down with one thing only on your mind. You imagine what it would be like to run your lips up and down his neck, what his tongue tasted like. Your mind begins to wander, thinking about all the things you would do to the man you stared down.

You had only been in Alexandria for a couple of weeks, but in that short amount of time you had developed a full on raw physical attraction for the man they called Daryl. His big muscular body was like nothing you had ever seen before and the way he made you feel when he was close enough to touch. He didn't say much, to you or to anyone else, Rosita told you that he wasn't at all a social person. You tried to make excuses to talk to him and get to know him better, but he was short and stoic.

Rick and Michonne had saved you from a couple of walkers out in the woods a few weeks ago. Before that you were travelling on your own, you had been with a group, but you had snuck away in the middle of the night. The men there were anything but friendly and you had saw what they did to their women, you had only been with them a short time before you ran off. Before that you had been with a close friend from the days before the world ended, you and her made it quite a while after the world ended before she was bite and turned.

Now, here you were seemingly hitting the jackpot, Alexandria was a heaven that you never thought you'd see again after the world went to shit. Not only were the people nice and the supplies decent, but there was also the added bonus of this beautifully rugged man, that it just so happened didn't know how damn attractive he was. He grunted a little in the hot Georgia sun and lifted one of his big hands to his forehead, wiping away the sweatthe heat had caused to build up. You bite your lip a little harder, feeling yourself tingling all over as you imagine his hands over your body. You rub your stomach a little absentmindedly, not hearing Rosita come up from behind you on the road, towards the gates of Alexandria.

"That man has to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to notice the way you look at him." Rosita said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms, coming up to stand beside you.

Your face gets a little hot and embarrassed by her words.

"Is it that obvious?" You ask her laughing a little nervously.

She turned her head sideways and stared at you with a smirk.

"Are you kidding? You might as well be over there straddling him right in the street." She smiled mischievously.

"Actually... that might work." She finished and you laughed out loud, feeling a little more relaxed as she joked with you.

You and Rosita had become close in the few short weeks you had been here. You had been assigned to live with her and Abe, you taking the bedroom in the basement of their house.

You stared back over at the man that had you want everything that you shouldn't want in this hell of a world. You stared him up and down again as he lugged the last of the crates over to the stack he had built on the side of the wall.

You hear someone approaching from behind you and look over to see Abraham walk up the road and snake his arms around Rosita's waist. She sighed, closing her eyes and smiling at the feel of his arms around her.

"Hey, Baby." She said, leaning back into his neck.

He kissed her sweetly on her forehead and rocked her in his arms a little before turning his attention to where you two had been looking. He smirked a little looking at Daryl heaving in the hot sun and then back to you, who had turned your gaze back to watch him work.

"When are you gonna do something about that crush of yours, Y/N?" Abe smirked at you.

You whipped your head over to stare at him lowly, rolling your eyes at his comment, before dropping your eyes to the ground awkwardly.

Daryl began to walk up the road and back into town, he began to walk past the three of you and head off to find some water. Your heart stopped the closer he got to you, you watch him intently as he stared straight ahead, not looking at any of you.

"Daryl." Abe suddenly called out to the man, Daryl stopped in front of Abe, looking over at him when his name was called.

"Ya?" Daryl asked.

Abe nodded his head at the man, "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight? Cut loose a little?" Abe smiled at Daryl, with a playful look in his eye.

Daryl stared at Abe for a moment before nodding his head in agreement, "Alright. I'll be over in an hour or so." He said seriously, looking from Abe, to Rosita, and over to you, staring into your eyes for a second before looking back at Abe. Daryl nodded to Abe again and began to walk off down the road.

You wait until Daryl is out of earshot before turning and punching Abe on the shoulder.

"What the hell, Abraham!" You say furiously and Rosita laughs staring straight ahead as Abe swings her in his arms, laughing to himself.

"Just given ya what ya want." He says and shrugs.

Rosita looks at you, still chuckling. She notices your unamused face and slaps your shoulder a little.

"Relax, Y/N. It'll be fine." She says, chuckling.

You smile a little and feel your body relax, giving in to the humor of the moment. Suddenly, your head snaps up and you look at Rosita with nervous eyes.

"What am I going to wear?!" You ask panicked.

Rosita and Abe chuckle to each other and Rosita nods her head to you.

"Come on. Let's go get you ready." She says and Abe drops his arms, laughing as he watches Rosita grab your hand and pull you down the street to your house.

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You sighed and smoothed down the top of your nice black lacey shirt, that laid loosely over your frame, over a small white tank top. You ran your hands down your clothed stomach and down your thighs, covered by the dark denim jeans that clung to them. You took a few deep breathes trying to calm you stomach, which was doing backflips.

Your nose picked up the scent of tomato sauce and boiling water. Rosita had asked for supplies to make a simple spaghetti dinner for the four of you that night.

"That smells damn good, girl." Abe yelled out to Rosita, who was stirring the noodles around in a pot. She smiled to herself at Abe's words.

"Don't think you are getting any until Daryl gets here." She called back, smirking to herself.

He chuckles and sits back on the coach in the living room.

You walk into the living room and take a seat at the chair across from Abe. Abe whistles and as he looks at you with your hair done up in loose curls and held back by some pins you and Rosita had found. You had put on some eye liner, purple eye shadow, and a hint of pink lip gloss around your lips. You smile and look down at the floor.

"Thanks." You say in response to Abe's reaction.

"Boy won't know what hit him." He said, smirking a little.

You hear a knock at the door and your stomach flips more feverishly.

Abraham gets up, smirking at your reaction, and turns walking to the front door that is across the living room.

You watch from across the room as Abraham opens the front door, swinging it open and stepping aside.

"Hey, man." He reaches his hand out to Daryl, who takes it shaking it with his own.

Abe steps aside and you watch as Daryl strides through the door. He was wearing his leather vest with a simple white t-shirt underneath, showing of his muscular arms, and a pair of dark black denim jeans. He had a small can of something in one of his hands. He nods to Abe, smiling slightly, without changing his facial expression. Rosita comes rushing out of the kitchen, untying her apron and running up to the front door.

"Daryl! You made it!" She says warmly and wraps her arms around Daryl, who remains completely still. She drops her hands and steps back. Daryl nods his head up at her and hands her the small can in his hand.

"Brought somethin'." He says lowly and you notice it is a small can of corn.

Rosita smiles and looks up at him, taking the can from his hands.

"Thanks! I'll just go heat this up." She says warmly and turns to walk back to the kitchen, as she does she walks past you sitting frozen on the chair, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at you.

You roll your eyes and laugh a little to yourself. You wipe your nervous hands up and down your thighs a few more times before forcing yourself to your feet. You walk over to the front of the room, looking at the ground and trying to shut up your senses that were all screaming at you right now. You look up and notice Daryl's eyes on you. He stands there, not moving an inch, taking you in. You feel his eyes on you and you bite your lip, noticing your body getting hotter the longer he stared. You force your eyes up into his, still biting your lip.

"Hey, Daryl." You say softly, trying to hide the tremor in your voice.

He stares into you harder, not able to take his eyes off of your colored lips.

"Hey, Y/N." He says softly, continuing to stare for a moment.

"Well man, come on in. I think dinner is almost ready." Abe says, turning to walk towards the kitchen, leaving you and Daryl alone in the room for a moment.

You slowly walk over, feeling your shoulder brush against his as you walk past him to close the door. You turn around and walk back slowly touching his shoulder with yours, on purpose this time. You stare up into his eyes, not really knowing what to say. Truth was all the things you wanted from him had little to do with small talk.

He stares into you with dark eyes, letting his eyes roam up and down your body a few times, slowly. He knew you saw him do it.

"You look... nice." He says, saying the last word slowly as his eyes lingered on your body.

You smile and bite your lip in response, feeling yourself getting turned on by his close proximity.

"Thanks... So do you." You gesture at him with your finger.

He smirks, rolling his eyes a little, in response.

"Sure." He says chuckling a little.

"Dinner!" You hear Rosita yell from the kitchen. You shrug your shoulders looking at Daryl once more before turning to walk over into the kitchen. You felt his eyes all over you again as you did. He followed behind you after a moment and walked into the kitchen, taking the seat furthest from the door at the table. You sat across from him and Abe sat at the head of the table. You stared up at Daryl through a low hanging head as you awaited your meal. You thought you saw him doing the same, before he quickly glanced back down at the table.

Abraham grabbed a bottle of whiskey that Rosita had set in front of him along with four glasses, he popped open the top and went about slowly pouring liquid into each glass, filling them generously. He passed one to Daryl, one to you and leaned over, placing one over in Rosita's spot, across from him. Rosita poured the noodles into a big bowl and picked up the saucepan, pouring the hot tomato sauce over the noodles generously.

Your stomach growled a little in response, you were so hungry and Rosita was the best cook. You watch as she puts the bowl down in the middle of the table, with two large spoons in it.

"Dig In." She says, smiling and taking her seats across from Abe.

Abe nods to Daryl, "Go ahead, man." He says.

Daryl eagerly nods, not wasting anytime, he quickly grabs the two spoons and deals himself a large portion on his plate. He passes the bowl to Abraham, who begins to put some on his plate. When he is done, you grab the bowl, throwing a decent sized helping onto it, and passed the rest to Rosita.

"Looks great." You look over at her and smile. She smiles in return and dishes herself some of her cooking.

You look over at Daryl who is slamming his fork down and swirling hungrily trying to grab as much of the food as he can, shoving it into his mouth. He slurped up the noodles hungrily, sucking them up into his lips. Spaghetti sauce splashed up onto his lips and his face as he quickly consumed the food.

You smile a little to yourself, looking down at your own plate, thinking about how damn cute he was. You take your fork and absentmindedly begin to swirl it around in your noodles, winding them up into the metal object. You brought it to your mouth and closed your eyes in delight as you taste the combination in your mouth.

"Oh my god. This is so good Rosita!" You say happily as you reach down for another spoonful.

The kitchen is quiet as everyone devours their meals. After a time you all sit back in your chairs, satisfied.

"I think you killed us." You say absentmindedly to Rosita, rubbing your stomach a little. You smile at her and giggle a little before turning your gaze to Abraham, which you smile relaxed at. You then turn your head and see Daryl staring at you, pushing away his empty plate. You smile shyly in response and drop your gaze back down to your plate. Rosita notices the interaction and looks at Abe, wiggling her eyebrow at him.

"Let's have a toast!" Abe said, ceremoniously grabbing the full glass of hard alcohol in front of him, causing you all to do the same.

You wrap your fingers around the cold glass and lift it in the air, looking at Abe before flitting your eyes back over to Daryl. He stares into you as if his eyes had never left you and he raises his glass, nodding a little to you. You feel your face get hot and your entire body beings to vibrate erratically from his gaze. You felt hot and tingly all over as you stare into his eyes, he is looking at you with a slight squint in his eyes, his wheels turning inside his head. You had no idea what he was thinking, but you knew your mind just went straight back to thoughts of his hands and his body all over you.

"To..." Abraham pauses and you look back over at him, trying to pay attention, all the while feeling Daryl's eyes on you, making you hot all over.

"To... New beginnings and great friends." Abraham says and shoves his glass forward into the middle of the table. You, Daryl, and Rosita all raise your glasses and join his at the center of the table, all leaning up and off your chairs for a moment to clink glasses together.

You lean into the middle of the table, arching your body up, and meeting Daryl's face halfway across as you clink. You subconsciously lean in a little closer, putting yourself just inches across from his face. You close your eyes and take him in the second before, clinking your glass to his, Abe's, and Rosita's. You lean back down into your seat, looking up and over at Daryl from across the table. You take a quick swig of the alcohol and chug it down easily, pushing the glass back on to the table. You feel a little courage and smile at him as he stares at you.

He smirks in response and slowly lifts his glass to his lips, pulling the dark liquid to his lips and allowing it to smoothly slide down his lips. You watch him as he tilts the glass back, closing his eyes in pleasure as it hits his throat. You stare at him, jealous of the liquid as it passed down his throat and made him smile a little before nodding his head back forward and opening his eyes.

He opens them to see you staring at him with a look that he had grown to know from you. He couldn't count the number of times he had caught you looking at him like that, eyes hazed over a little, biting your lip. Ever since you had arrived in Alexandria he couldn't help but notice your eyes on him every time you were around.

You all sipped on your drinks as Abe and Rosita fill the conversation, you and Daryl staring at each other for a second too long, every time you found each other's gaze.

Rosita and Abe flirted and exchanged heated conversation across the table as you and Daryl listened. You gave into his stare after a while, feeling more courageous as the drink hit your throat. You heard Rosita and Abe beside you, but visually, you felt time stand still around you, as all you saw was Daryl. He leaned onto the table with both elbows digging into the wood, he had his arms crossed, making his muscles flex. His right hand brought the glass up to his lips again, he slowly drank it, staring into you as he did.

You felt your breath get heavy as you ached for him to be closer. You breathed in and out again, forcing yourself to focus on your drink. You look up at him and see him staring at you while his finger circles around the edge of the glass, slowly at first, before picking up momentum.

You smile and don't break your gaze, staring into his eyes and feeling everything that radiated through him and made you feel so good. You swayed your hips a little under the table, feeling your body give in to your craving. You hear Rosita and Abe laughing to each other as you and Daryl stare into each other, in your own world.

He takes another sip of his drink, leaving his index finger on the front of the glass as he tips it back up to his mouth, as he takes another sip.

You mimic his actions and swirl your finger around the edge of your glass a few times before grabbing it and pulling it back to your lips.

You aren't sure how much time had passed, but your head snapped back to Rosita's laugh and you were pulled back into their conversation. Rosita was talking about the time she and Abe had almost been bitten because Abe was so eager just to have his way with her. Her nose snorted as she laughed heavily at the thought of Abe having to run up and killing the walkers in the nude. Abe also replied that he loved her right when he was done, of course.

You smile a little and look at the two of them as they stared into each other's eyes, so in love. You smirked to yourself at the thought. It had been a long time since you had even thought about anything like that. The group you were travelling with before sure as hell didn't give you any urge to be with any of them, and before that it was just you and your best friend. Before the world ended? Fuck. You had little luck with men even back then, I mean yeah if you wanted one night stands and emotionally unavailable men it was the time to be alive, but you had always craved something more. Someone who you could melt into in all the right ways, every night. Someone who knew what a true connection was worth.

You stare up at Daryl, lost in your thoughts of the possibility of love, and you see him staring back at you, taking you in.

He watched you as you looked back and forth to Abraham and Rosita, how your eyes dropped sadly, and then he saw you smile and look up at him. His heart started to race a little as your eyes turned to him. He had never seen such intense eyes. Y/N rarely said much, but she didn't have to, she could say everything with a look. Daryl swallowed, hard, as he watched you peer into him curiously. Daryl wondered what all the questions and thoughts that swirled around in your mind were. You intrigued him in all the best ways, although he would never admit that to anyone if they asked.

Daryl stared hard into you as you peered back at him with eyes full of question and intent. You take another sip of your drink and continue to swirl your finger around the edge of your glass. Absentmindedly thinking about tracing your finger up and around his face, ending with his lips. You wondered what his lips tasted like as you stare at them across the table. You shake your head a little in your haze and force your brain to pay attention to the scene around you.

You allow Rosita and Abraham to enter your vision again and you look over at Rosita, peering at her, trying to pay attention to another story she is telling. She glances quickly over at you with a twinkle of laughter in her eye, noticing your interaction with Daryl, before turning her eyes back to her man. She laughs as she talks to Abe, her hands moving around in animation for effect.

You stare up at Daryl as your fingers traces the edge of the glass, wishing they were feeling his skin underneath instead. You grab the glass, hungrily taking in the last of its remanence with your lips. You gulp down the liquid, wishing it was him inside your mouth. You lean your head back, slowly letting the liquid fall down your throat as your eyes remain closed, wanting to feel every drop of satisfaction.

Daryl stares at you, watching you consume the liquid and enjoy it. He feels himself getting harder and harder as he watches you. His eyes glance to Abe and Rosita, respectively, to make sure they are not watching him. Once he sees their eyes firmly on each other he places his gaze back to you.

You slam the glass down on the table and slide it over toward Abe, who catches it suddenly as the glass whips to him. He chuckles a little and reaches over to grab the bottle, popping the cork and refilling you glass to the brim.

"She can get a little demanding..." Abe looks at Daryl and winks.

Daryl looks back over at you as Abe slides another glass of sweet elixir toward you on the table's surface.

You smirk at Abe, reaching for the glass as it slides to you. You pull it back into your hand, gulping it down a few times before slamming it on the table.

"Amen, Sista!" Rosita laughed and chugged the rest of her drink, tossing it across the table to Abraham's awaiting hands.

He grabbed it and winked at her pouring her another full glass. He tossed it back across the surface of the table and refilled his own glass, looking over at Daryl. Daryl nodded and smiled to Abe shoving his glass across the table to him. You heard the rush of the liquid into the glass as you stared over again at Daryl, this time getting to take him in in secret as he watches Abe pour his drink.

"Thanks, man." Daryl says and politely nods to Abe, as Abe shoots Daryl's glass back across the table to him.

Daryl catches the glass easily in his right hand and takes another swig. Daryl slams it back down to the table after a few swigs and stands up out of his chair. You look up at him, dismayed that he may be thinking of leaving so soon.

"Gonna go have a smoke." He nodded to Abraham and looked over at you for a moment before beginning to make his way out of the kitchen, back down the hall, and out the front door.

After you hear the click of the door you look over at Rosita, groaning a little to yourself.

"Girl! What are you waiting for! Go out there and join him!" Rosita smirked at you. You look at her and then look to Abe who nods, "A man loves a woman who takes charge." He says and winks a little at you.

You smile and nod, contemplating your next move. You sigh deeply to yourself before taking the drink, gulping it all the way down and slamming it on the table.

"Okay, I'll be right back." You say to them, staring at Rosita a little terrified.

"You got this." She looks at you seriously, trying to give you more courage.

You nod to her, trying to ignore the backflips your stomach is doing at just the thought of being alone with him. You smooth your hands over your shirt and down your jeans a little, trying to make them stop sweating. You take another deep breath, look at Rosita, and turn your heels walking down the hallway to the front door.

You step outside and you can see the dim streetlight as it emanates down the road of Alexandria. Your boots hit the wooden surface of the deck, as you walk out onto it. You didn't see Daryl anywhere, you sighed to yourself, and your body slumped down a little.

"Hey Y/N." You hear his sexy, low growl and turn to your right, where the sound is coming from.

You see Daryl sitting on the bench located all the way at the other end of the deck, in the corner. The light did not reach his shadowy figure and all you saw was the outline of his body and a burning red cherry, coming from his cigarette. It burned hotter as he inhaled, you hear him breathe out and see a plume of smoke coming out from the shadows, as he blew it toward you.

"Hey." You say, nervously, as you forced your feet to move over to his side of the deck. The closer you got the clearer the image of him becomes. He has one of his feet up on the bench, as he sits relaxed, leaning against the back wall of the deck. You move closer and you can see his eyes as they watch you walk slowly over to him, he looks you up and down again, making you almost forget your nerves.

"Just wondering if I could have one." You say and sitting down tensely beside him.

Suddenly, his hand reaches over in the darkness and he offers you're his pack of cigarettes, you take one and put it between your lips, leaning in to him as a gesture for a light. You hear the flicker of the flint as he sparks the lighter to life and watch as the flame shoots out and up. You lean your lips toward the flame, lighting your cigarette, taking a few drags of it to get it started. You exhale, feeling the nicotine rush through your veins, and smile closing your eyes a little.

"Thanks." You say staring straight ahead, leaning back a little to mimic his movements. You are inches away from touching his shoulder to yours as you both inhale and exhale your treat. You sit in silence not sure what to say to the man that set you on fire.

"Those two must be pretty fun to live with." Daryl said to you, smirking a little to himself.

You smile, Abe and Rosita were easy to talk about.

"They really are. I don't know what I'd do without them. They have become like family to me." You admit, looking over at Daryl for the first time since sitting down.

He has his hand resting on his propped up left leg, his fingers dangling with the cigarette in his mouth. He watches as your face lights up when you talk about them, he loved when your face lit up. He rarely saw you smile, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"You adjustin' well....here?" He asked, gesturing with his right hand to the town in front of you. He takes another drag and watches you, waiting for your response.

You take another big drag of your cigarette and exhale deeply.

"Ya. For the most part. People are nice. Some things are harder to get used to than others." You admit and stare over at him for a moment.

"Like what?" He asked curiously, taking another drag.

You take another drag of yours and bring your hand back down, using your fingers to play with each other, as you sheepishly tried to act busy.

"Well?" He asked, pushing you.

You take another drag and decide how you want to phrase your next words.

"Like, getting used to things I never thought I'd have... or feel again." You say simply, deciding to leave it at that.

"What have you been feeling?" He asked in a low growl, your favorite low growl.

You close your eyes taking his voice in at its purest and smile a little to yourself, forgetting for a second he could see your reaction. You open your eyes and look back down at your hands. You take another drag of your cigarette, as it nearly burns your fingers, you push it to the floor and stomp it out with your boot.

You stare straight ahead as you answer him.

"Things I probably shouldn't." You say, not wanting to look in his eyes for fear he would find you out.

Daryl suddenly crashes his propped up foot down to the ground and pushes himself up off the bench. He takes one more long slow drag of his cigarette, before stomping it out next to yours on the ground. He walks up a foot or two before turning his body around to face you. He walks over to you, standing in front of you, placing his feet shoulder width apart, staring down at you.

You slowly lift your head and your eyes to him, curiously staring.

He reaches his right hand down to you in the dark. You stare into his eyes trying to figure out his end game, his eyes reveal nothing. You lift your left hand into his palm and he pulls you up with all his might, making you jump up a little as you rose to your feet.

You giggle a little at the sensation and smile at the feel of your hand in his. Once your feet were planted on solid ground again, you found yourself just inches away from leaning on his chest, you look up it and see him smiling down at you, this time with something much more playful in his eyes.

"I think about you too, ya know..." He says, bringing his free hand over to your face and using his index finger to slightly rub against your lower lip.

Your eyes close and you lean your head back a little in reaction, opening your lips to him. He smiles and traces up and along your top lip the same way, watching as you enjoyed his touch. He drops his hand from your lips and your head and eyes turn back toward him.

"What do you mean?" You ask, trying to sound like you had no idea what he was talking about.

"I think you know." Daryl says lowly.

"I see you lookin at me with that look on your face..." He says, moving his fingers back up and begins to trace alongside your face, rubbing it up and down gently as he stared into your eyes with a gentle, yet hungry expression.

You would look away if it wasn't for how his touch was making you feel. You smile, closing your eyes, as your face leans into his touch.

"Wasn't sure you noticed." You say, eyes still closed and his fingers began to gently trace around your face, memorizing how you felt in the dark.

You feel his hand come back to the side of your face, his palm cupping it, and his thumb gently rubbing your cheek up and down. Your right hand comes up to hold the hand he has on you face, you rub over it gently and lean your head into them, loving the feel of his gentle touch.

"Oh, I noticed." He said in his husky southern drawl. His thumb continued to caress you as you looked up at him, taking your face away from his hands.

You stare into each other, neither of you saying a word, you watch in slow motion as he leans his head toward yours. He detaches his other hand from yours and brings it up to your face, so he is using both hands to cup your face. He gently runs his thumbs up and down your cheeks as he stares into you. The closer his lips get to yours, the hungrier he looks.

You let him tilt your head up and await his lips, hungrily licking yours. He pulls your face into his and crashes his lips onto yours. You open your mouth slightly to him and he plunges his tongue into it, slowly licking into your mouth with his tongue. Your body arches up and into him a little as you feel your knees get weak at the feel of his tongue inside your mouth. You reach your hands up and wrap them around his shoulders, pulling him gently into you.

He moans a little as you pull him into you and his tongue begins to swirl slowly around yours. He swirls over and over as your tongue tries to race it. Soon you are both breathing heavily into each other as your pace continues to quicken and your bodies beginning to ignite.

"Mmmm." He groans into your mouth as he pulls you closer into him.

Suddenly, you feel his legs on yours as he begins to walk into you. You feel one of his hands slip down and he places it on the small of your back. He pushes his legs into you as his hips move sideways, he uses his hand on your back to guide you. You turn around, his mouth still swirling and twirling around inside you. You look up at him as he kisses you, he looks down at you hungrily and his legs start to push you again, this time he pushes you back toward the outer wall of the house. You cry out a little into his mouth when you hit the siding with a harsh bump, he growls as you moan and for the first time you feel the pressure of his body on yours, it was more amazing than you had ever imagined. You cry out into his mouth again, your tongue ceasing as your body arches up into his.

He pulls his tongue out of you and crashes his lips back down for one more hungry kiss before using one finger to slowly lift your head up, exposing your neck to him. He licked his tongue wildly up the side of your neck once and crashes his lips down onto it, swirling his tongue around your skin.

"Oh My God, Daryl!" You cry out at the sensation and your right hand comes up to push his head into your neck harder.

You feel his lips migrate north to your ear, he takes in your earlobe slightly, causing your hips to arch up into him.

"You like that, baby?" He asked in a low, sexy growl.

"Yes!" You cry out to him, pushing his head into your body again.

He growled again at your reaction and crashed his mouth around your earlobe, flicking it with his tongue.

"Yes!" You cry out again, your eyes closed.

"Damn girl, keep it down. We ain't exactly in private." He says smirking a little at your reaction. His lips return to your neck as he sucked and swirled up and down it with his tongue.

You bite your lip trying not to cry out to him again, but loving every minute of his touch and his kiss.

He works his tongue around your neck as he hears you moan out quietly to him and writhe into him.

You feel his hands make contact with the sides of your body and they start to lightly run up and down them as he kisses your body. He slowly begins to put more pressure into his hands as the rub hungrily up and down you.

He stops for moment and detaches his lips from your skin, he moves his head out of your crook and looks into your eyes, more serious than you had ever seen them. You stare into his eyes with hunger, looking back down at his lips and wishing they were on you again. He moves his right hand up and down your side again, gripping your hip a little as he grazes it with his touch. His hand moves over to your stomach and rubs it a few times before moving it up to your breast. He massages your right breast, over your shirt, slowly as first before picking up pace. He stares at you as he massages you and you bite your lip and moan at him in response.