-A Time Before Now-

-HisBedroom...HisBed-

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Sitting on Daryl's lap was I taken ahold of as both their heads snapped back to the car, and only calmed down when they saw it was Jess.

"Y'all havin' some s'mores by the campfire or what?" Sharing a laugh with the rest of them as both myself and Daryl knew what else was in the bag, did Merle get up and greet his uncle. While I had gotten up and readied another bowl."Bro, ya gotta try this. Blake made some squirrel stew and it's fuckin' great." The man had taken my seat as I handed him a bowl, and as one of the guys passed him off a beer. Was he too enlightened on the product of my own creation. And just like the man's nephews, did he lick the spoon before swaying it in the air.
"Hell...Haven't had it that good since ya boy's ma was alive...Ya make this?" I slipped down into Daryl's crook of the neck as I didn't want to see his reaction. Along with giving him the rest of whatever was on my plate, wasn't hungry enough to finish it either. 

Not after that comment.

But I finally nodded in regard to Jess's question, making Merle try to save the conversation by laughing out his input of, "Man she skinned 'em too." Don't know why Daryl seemed to be so distant or quiet during the conversation between Merle and his uncle, and there was no way of involving him when I wasn't even apart of the discussion.Although the warmth of the fire was burning my thigh, it left the rest of my body to fend for the heat radiating off Daryl. And before long was I getting sleepy, only until he tracing his finger across my arm. Forgetting the scratch that had me stir due to the shocking pain that spiked on up.

His apology was quick and low, but nothing more than that. Perhaps the given few kisses on the head, but he never stopped the finger motion to my hands. One thing led to another, and before I knew it. Both Jess and Merle were saying their goodbyes as they departed off, being so comfortable in his hold did he just say his goodbyes instead of getting up and walking them to the car. Which made me, in turn, look up to see what was the matter. Yet his eyes didn't meet mine.

"You're always bugging me about not talking...Come on Pookie, let me in that big ol' head." I whispered, just as they drove on off down the road. Still hearing the roar of the engine just down the given pathway and yet, he was still content on looking on the fire. "It ain't that...It...Jess was right...My ma used to make it like that."

I didn't think it would stain his mood for the entire duration, so rising up from the hold did I straddle him now. Holding onto his cheek and blocking the fire so he doesn't get tempted by looking at anything else anymore. "Anything else bothering you?" As he shifted upwards in the seat, he took the liberty in grabbing my waist to jump on with him as he shifted around.
"Shit Blake I dunno know...Guess it's fuckin' weird to see 'em accept ya like that." My hands suddenly fell from his face, I don't get it. 

"I-I...Is that bad thing?" I questioned, but he wasn't quick to dispose of my thoughts. Instead, he held onto my hands, tightly I might add. Before settling down with the formed response.
"Merle was on my ass how I let that thin' get too close to ya...He's right...I can't protect ya like I thought." 

"Hey...Hey. Come on, I'm alright. It's just a scratch." He still shook his head, hiding his mouth behind a fist. And since he was no longer holding my hands or waist, I back up and onto my feet as I went back into the plastic bag. 
If he's going to pout, he can do so without me sitting in his lap. So instead I grab a few marshmallows and level them onto the stick. Sitting down on the floor before the fire did I just look to my side to see him staring off at me. 
No longer the fire, no longer anything else.

"Ya know I love ya right...God, I fuckin' love ya." He said, muffled behind his hand before it shifted to the back of his neck. He always does that when he's nervous or afraid. But my smile couldn't be any wider than it is already. So instead of leaving him without a comment, did I pass off my stick of marshmallows. Making him chuckle as he sat down beside me, on the floor out of all the spots. 

And although he was making sure not to burn the treats, I grabbed onto his chin once more. Directing it towards me as I cautiously said the words to him once again. "I love you. Don't want you to forget that." Barely being able to see his smile as he leaned on in for a kiss, his hand riding to the back of my ear as he kept my hair safety out of harms ways, while our lips continued to connect over and over again.That is until I heard the sound of ignition.

Looking to the side as his lips connected to my neck, did I move away in seeing his stick completely go into flames. And in response to that did I grab it, trying to blow it out. Even with his laughter buckling his entire body as he leaned on backward to lay on his back, did I just edge his side as he couldn't help himself from laughing up a storm."Gotta admit, that was fuckin' hilarious."
"Yeah, yeah yeah. Just eat up." I said, just as I finished putting the ones I cooked on the side of the fire. A clear golden brown, and passing the now melting chocolate and gram cracker sandwich. Did he take hold of it like I took a hold of the squirrels. Now it was my turn to laugh at his reaction. "Come on Dixon...at least try it." It was obvious that he hasn't before, so as he took a bite. Was he in complete shock at how sweet it truly was, so I too took a bite. It wasn't the same as having it for the first time, but enough so that the chocolate was warming up by the cooked marshmallow. We ate in silence, and ever so often as a bit of food would be given on my finger. Would he make the habit of sucking it off before I had gotten the chance to, at one point or another. I think he couldn't handle me doing it without him being turned on or something of that sort.

Whether it was the beer finally beginning to set in, or the elaborate amount of days we racked up together. I think it's going to be hard to go back home after all this time well spent together, so when I asked if we could turn it in for tonight.
He was quick to put out the fire and get everything inside, the stew was placed on the table. Lid over its opening, and that was the last I saw of it as Dixon was quick to grab my hand and drag me to his room. 
And before I could even watch him flip the lights on, was I so gently pushed against the closed door. His body pressing up against mine, his linger breath just inches away from my ears again. Did  I hear the blood rushing question, and before I could even process it did I go ahead and return it with a kiss.Allowing it to drag out as long as he had interest, and even that fell short and switched towards the crook of my neck. The one particular section that sends it straight to my core and leaves me paralyzed in my given wake.He knew what he was doing, especially when his hand jolted down and picked me up. Carrying me like he had before and bringing me to the bed, all being as careful as ever. Like I was a delicate little flower.

Never was he this careful in causing me harm, and perhaps it was his guilt from camping or the cut on my arm. Both fueled by guilt, but this was another aspect of it.Even then, as my tank top began to grow scarce. Along with my bra as I laid before him in the given view of just my panties, did he suffocate himself in the in-between of my breasts. And although he had focused on his time and energy in providing them their attention, he soon rose back towards my neck. Making me moan upwards towards the ceiling, but what had me halt a breath was his sudden halt. "I wanna make love to ya...Right here. Right now..." 

The way his idea rolled off his tongue already sent chills down to my spine and further. "They're in my backpack...At the bottom." Laying one last kiss before he moved on back from the bed to go straight into my backpack, struggling to find it. And just as I sat up from position, did he hold up the red little package in triumph in finding it. "Got 'nough for the whole damn month Rory..."
Was all he could manage before his lips interlocked back with mine, yet he didn't push me back down towards the bed. He allowed himself to take it shifting down and under my pinned thighs as I now focused my everlasting attention to his belt and pants.As he took a swing of the beer that was left on the nightstand, I finally managed to undo it. And I was left with a ready Daryl waiting for...I'm not sure...
"I'll help ya out..." He said, dragging me back down to be underneath his hold. 
The embarrassment held me accountable as I giggled under my hands, hiding me from his gaze.
"I'm sorry..." I said, tenting my fingertips right over my nose as I peeked behind them. And he chuckled, leaning on back in and laying a single kiss on my breasts after each word he spoke.

"It's aight...Got ya squirmin'...Take ya time..." I nodding along, knowing that we were both ready. Did I angle myself like the nights before, and as his knees bent right underneath my thighs. Planting himself right at my entrance.But the waiting anticipation continued as he drew attention away from it back towards his nipping at my breasts, making me giggle once again as he couldn't get over them. Even now. However, in the middle of it did he slowly penetrate my walls once again. My lips opening as his tall erection was now within me, reaching slowly to its maximum length. And then an added bit as he pushed himself further. Making my body jolt upwards as I continued to moan in immediate pleasure.Soon, when I understood the pace could I recondition the terms to apply better to him. Ever so gentle getting his neck closer to me as I too found the spot. We both knew our weaknesses, but this unexplored area was going to be a challenge. So instead of allowing it to continue, did I shift the weight. Distracting him with the love marks I was trying form so visibly onto him. Was I know straddling him, and yet it was my turn to pick a pace.

Allow my waist to rock back and forth, up and down to no longer simulate what he wanted to do to me the first night at the lake. Was it a strategy against it all, but what I found even more relaxing. Was when I rose to straighten my back, gravity shifted to go straight down. Reaching a new area that scream with delight.His hands, exploring as they were. Always had one station at my hips, guiding me or stabilizing me. Either way, they allowed me to overlap them with mine. With my full control did I begin to pick up the pace to only slow down. 
But every time I did so, would my breast bounce high on up before they sent back down. The only thing he was more than mindful of was the bandage on my arm, that I couldn't help but notice that he kept glancing to.So pressing down, continuing to validate my speed by continuing to rock back and forth. But this time did I pay far more attention to his chest tattoo, not being able to clearly see what it is. Did I use it as a starting point to begin a trail of unbenounced kisses, making him groan in anguish. 
Triggering something, he was quick to turn the situation around once again. But with him in control and his mouth connected to my neck, did my hands have nowhere else to go except to his back. Holding him close as he was fully trapping my body under his, thrusting so deep into me that the bed began to speak and wobble with us.The build-up was quicker than the first, but not at all less pleasurable. Perhaps even more, even with him as he soon finished as his seed was suddenly trapped with the condom.

But even then did he just plop down beside me, staring to the ceiling as we laid waste to this room and filled it's audio with our heavy breathing. Although my mind screamed that I have to pee, I needed the moment to feel this relaxed state. The rush my body hasn't felt for the given few day. And with my attention just staring up at the ceiling in the darkened room, did I feel his hand chip the bit of my chin as he had it follow to look on towards him. No longer were his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Feeling my eyes begin to drift, did I slowly rise on up to my feet. He knew without a doubt in where I was going, and surprisingly enough. The bathroom was cleaner than the rest of the house, probably for the fact nobody uses it. The outhouse outside was less work. Or so says the mind of Daryl.

Within the confinements of the bathroom did I take the moment to hold onto the bathroom counter and at myself in the mirror. Not a single ounce of makeup on, my hair a tangled mess after being pressed against the bed. And alongside that, were the beginning forming of hickies. And most favorably, right where my t-shirt being to cut off. Right where the world could see it, funny enough my hair covers my neck. It was just the little game of peek a boo that leaves this one to be seen.I didn't wish to return to room entirely naked, so being so very modest did I have one of his t-shirts that smelled so much like him that the walk on returning to him in bed did I take a heavenly sniff before crawling back in.He must have had the same idea, because he's covered up the given part of his body before allowing me the comfort of his chest to rely on as a pillow.
"Ya alright?" He asked, my heart still beating a good a mile a minute. But taking a deep breath did I just pull my head up to look at him, resting my chin on his chest as I wanted him to continue the question. Or the reasoning behind it, but he wouldn't budge until I composed it in mind. "Of course I'm alright...why wouldn't I be?"Was all I stated, making him sigh as loudly as ever.
"...I was scared...back on in the woods cause...Cause sometimes I ain't so gentle." I couldn't help my eyes from widening, is that why his sudden turn around of me on him changed from him above me? The controlling aspect of it—Is that a thing?
"I'm not glass, Dixon. I won't break so—"

"Nah, not like that...Sometimes...I just get too..." My mind only allowed my voice to state an 'oh' as I just planted it down into his heavily beating chest. 

So it was a control thing, the thing is...I've seen him kind and I've seen him upset with angry added to the mix. Something about the little flashback of a few minutes ago only drew the attention back to my core.
"I'm still new to this Pookie..." "I don't know...The way ya—" Again my face planted back into his chest, giggling and shutting out what he said before both of his arms fastened me in to be turned around. Back to the side to side portion instead of me just laying flat on his stomach, instead I found the crook of his arm just as comfortable. "Night Pookie." 

"Night Rory..." He said, laying one final kiss. Which inevitably turned into me turning my head so he could plant one onto my lips before I hid back into his hold. Finding shelter within his grasp was an unrecognizable discovery.
I felt safe, I felt secure. But most of all...I felt loved.

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Date Posted: 03-07-18 // Time: 11:57
Word-Count: 2871
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