Scars Are Forever {On Hold}

Chapter 9

"It wasn't that bad."

"Right, cause sittin' there in silence with yer friends was great," Daryl plops onto the couch. He pulls me onto his lap, rolling us over so he's on top. I giggle, leaning up to peck his cheek. He keeps my arms pinned above my head and kisses me softly.

I slowly open my eyes, with a small smile. "Why don't ya act like this in front of other people?"

"Yer different from other people."

"Really?" I ask with narrowed eyes and a grin. "Mhm."

I brush my lips across his face until I reach his ear, "Let's go swimming."

"Not exactly what I was expectin'.."

"Yeah? What were you expecting?" I lick my bottom lip.

His mouth connects with mine. I begin pushing into the kiss with force. My wrists are freed and they make their way to the back of his neck. His body pushes against mine, making a surge of pleasure run through me. I clamp my eyes shut, forcing myself to pull away from the kiss. "Daryl, we can't," I sigh, wanting to. He study's my worried expression, "You've never had sex."

"Yeah, okay. I'm a virgin," I mumble, slumping back into the couch. I cross my arms, looking down. He picks up my chin, planing a light kiss. We lock eye contact before pushing ourselves back onto each other. Daryl sits up with my lips still attached to his, finally we end up on the other end of the couch, me being on top now.

Unknowingly, I grind myself against him. He immediately shoots his eyes open, "If we're not gonna have sex, ya probably shouldn't do tha'."

"Right," I nod. We proceed making-out until he props himself up so I'm straddling him. His lips slip from mine and leave trails of kisses to my shoulder. I find myself enjoying these neck kisses a little to much. "Or that," I say breathly.

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We decide to go to his place and hunt, try in distract ourselves from each other.

I drawback my bow, locking in on a squirrel. I release the arrow, the squirrel moving as I do so. It hits the tree trunk, sticking where the little animal had previously been. Daryl chuckles from beside me. "Alright, let's see ya catch something, hot shot," I slap his bare bicep lightly with the back of my hand. He scoffs in a cocky way, lifting up his crossbow. As he focuses on a target, he bites the inside of his check, then his lip.

I look away to trying to stop the thoughts running through my head. I keep my eyes closed with my lips pressed in a straight line, the sound of a bolt hitting something, startles my eyes open.

He looks over with a smirk. I go to pick up the squirrel he had shot, glancing over my shoulder, I see him staring at me walking away. I shake my head knowing he's having the same thoughts I was. "Ya know, you used a crossbow, which has better accuracy. So I don't think that's fare."

"It doesn't have better accuracy, it just depends who's usin' it. But if ya really think its unfare then let me show ya how to use shoot it again," he raises an eyebrow, more of asking if I want to try to learn again. "Okay, fine."

He roles his eyes, trying to hide his smile. I take his crossbow, nearly dropping it because I forgot how much heavier it is than my bow.

His arms wrap around me, over lapping my hands for a grip. I feel his heartbeat on my back, growing faster. His hands slide down my arms, running down my sides. As if I already know, I tilt my head to the side, allowing his mouth to glide over my skin. He lightly sucks on my neck, making me lean back on him more. I tip my head back far enough to reach his lips. He slowly makes his way around me, until he's completely in front of me.