Daryl waited until Jasper was gone when he walked up to Merle and smacked him in the back of the head. Merle flinched and ducked his head. "What tha hell did ya do that fer?!" he yelled. "That's fer bein' a dumbass." he softly growled. "Ya ass ever heard of a fuckin' condom?" Merle bent down, raking through the pile of clothes that were on the floor. Locating a pair of boxers, he quickly slipped them on. "Shit, man! Ya think I'm fuckin' stupid?!" Merle said, glancing over at Daryl. Daryl tilted his head and stared at him. "Do ya really want me ta answer that question, Merle?" Merle bent down again and picked up a pair of jeans. "Of course I used a fuckin' condom!" he growled as he buttoned up his waist. "One broke on us. Turns out tha fuckin' things were expired!" Daryl snorted and shook his head. He glared at Daryl. "Spare me tha fuckin' lecture, baby brotha! Besides, yer one ta talk." he snapped, pulling a shirt over his head. "Last time my ass checked, ya had yer own little accident walkin' around." Daryl got up in his face. "Ma kid ain't no damn accident, Merle." he told him, nose to nose. "I fuckin' loved his mother when we created him. I love her still. I did right by her!" They slowly broke apart, glaring at each other. "I ain't like ya, man." Merle told him as his voice broke and tears welled in his eyes. "You's a good father. Hell, ya always were tha best at everythin'." he said as he paced back and forth. "What if I'm too much like daddy and I hurt it?...Like daddy did ta us?" Daryl had never seen his brother like this before. In all his life, Daryl had never met a tougher man than his brother, but in that moment, Merle was exposed. He was afraid. Daryl walked over to him, grabbed him around his neck and p... ... middle of paper ... ...er, traced the shape of her face, around her eyes, nose and then slowly over her lips and down to her chin. He brought her face closer to his, and slowly brought his lips down to hers, softly kissing her upper lip, then the lower. He put his arms around her and slowly let the kiss grow, lips parting, tongues battling, until both of them were washed away with passion. He raised up and pulled her tighter, suddenly flipping them both til he was the one on top. "All it takes is tha love of a good woman." he softly growled as he buried his face in her neck. She tilted her head back, giving him better access. It also helped to have the love of a good man she thought to herself. Or in her and Beth's case... The love of a good Dixon man. _______________________________________________________________ Alright, that's it for these two chapters. Hope everyone enjoyed it!
“Wait.” Daniel reached across the table and took her hand. “You are special and deserve the best. Please don’t forget that. You deserve to be treated with love and respect no matter what. Never settle for less.”
The man leaned towards her, his coffee colored strands of hair catching the sun. He gave her his best smoldering look, willing her to fall for his charm. "Forbidden love."
... ease her with the warmth of my body, to support her with the strength of my arms. But she did not expect this from me, and I did not give it.”
“Good.” The lump and scarred filled flesh of his face lowered and breathed deep her scent. “You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for.”
Next, he didn’t know if it was her that kissed him, or the other way around. All he felt was the feeling of her lips against his and her cool touch. All he tasted was her quirky pizza flavored lip balm. All he heard of the deep, dense silence of the empty mansion. All he saw was the soothing, calm black of the back of his eyelids. All he smelled was the scent of her pretty perfume. Finally, all he thought about was the dense fog being lifted from his mind for the first time since.
"Of course." She agreed in a softened voice almost as if her mind changed in that swift second and she wrapped her tiny arms around him. He embraced her, patting her back as she clung tightly to him. I nursed my coffee narrowed eyed at the sight. Claudius glanced at me and I curved my mouth upward to disguise my disenchantment.
"Yeah. Why are you talking to me?" He said as he went back to trying to open his locker.
“They’re cruel,” I didn’t realize how harsh my voice was until Dahlia’s sobs became louder, “b-but honey, you’re not a mistake. Momma would never regret you. Ever.”
“Oh, um, sorry for creeping you out. It was unintentional. It’s just that I wanted to ask you something...”
“If I hadn’t argued with you, if I just went along with you, if we left earlier, he would be okay. It’s my fault. It’s my fault,” whispered Darque hysterically.
“Get the hell out of here with that!” I pushed him away from me and sped up a little to keep a sizeable distance between us. “I told you already, I’m not taking that class.”
Sitting beside me, he began to take his shoes and socks off. Lowering his pants and boxer shorts to his knees, he turned toward me, hastily ripping open his shirt.