No Rest For the Wicked ~ A Walking Dead Fan Fiction

Chapter 53 Suffragette City

Chapter 53

Suffragette City

Third Person~

Being with Daryl was a strange experience, one very different than anything she'd ever known before. Making love and having love made back to her was foreign. When was the last time touch had been awkward, fidgety and clumsy? Not since high school, she thought. But it was so exciting back then, new and undiscovered, and being with Daryl, him being with her, was exciting again. It had that magic, like the very first Christmas. He'd been nervous, and in turn that pulled out the same feeling in her.

He'd taken his time, touching everything both delicately and indelicately, as if he wanted to be careful with her but sometimes forget and slipped up. In return she'd traced him too, eager to touch every part, even and caring everywhere, showing him that his marred back, the birth mark on his side, she saw it all and loved it all the same. It seemed to help set him at ease.

Once he was actually inside he hadn't lasted long. She'd clung to his shoulders, little gasps escaping her lips as he'd rocked above her, panting into the crook of her neck. A hand travelled to his face, steering him so she could kiss his neck, his jaw, his lips. He was too focused to kiss back much and she watched the look on his face becoming more and more painful as he tried to hold on. The moans she couldn't hold in didn't seem to help as she matched his rhythm.

When it hit he'd gasped and groaned before burying his head in her neck again, growling as she clung to him tight and he rode it out. At last he collapsed, hot and spent, his head on her chest. They were both breathing hard, bodies sticky with sweat and her fingers slowly finding their way into his hair, gently combing through it as she stared at the bunk above them.

It wasn't the longest, she hadn't come, there was nothing fancy or surprising, yet it was the best she'd ever had. Thinking back nothing came close to comparing expect her very first boyfriend, before she started developing a fear of romantic love and avoiding anything of the sort.

She hadn't avoided her feelings about Daryl. She appreciated her time with him, the time that he gave to her. It was special because it was him, and she'd readily acknowledged that she didn't want it to be anyone else. It was so much more satisfying; it left her feeling full rather than empty, connected instead of alone.

She was letting out a long, content breath when he'd turned his face into her skin, still breathing hard and mumbled, "I'm sorry." His stubble tickled her skin and she looked down at surprise, wondering what on Earth he was talking about. He kept his face buried in her chest as he repeated, "I'm sorry." No eye contact. Suddenly a gut wrenching feeling had hit her like a bus, knocking the air from her. Had he used her? The way she tried to use him? Had that meant nothing to him, when it had been the world to her? A sick feeling started to rise and she thought of all the people she'd left with this exact same feeling, one of them being Eric.

"Wh-what?" She stammered, afraid to hear it.

"I'm sorry." Was Daryl's only response so she'd physically lifted his head so his chin was propped on her breast bone, forcing him to look at her. His face was pink, from the exercise, she assumed, and he avoided looking at her. "Sorry I didn't..." He mumbled, trailing off as he propped himself up on an elbow, awkwardly gesture toward their lower halves. "You know... Last for ya."

Kate let out a breath of relief, dropping her head back onto the pillow and smiling stupidly to herself. So he did care about it. He started to shift and she raised her head to look at him, instantly realizing her smiling and not responding to what he just said was the wrong thing to do.