My Exception (sequel to No Exceptions)

Ten

We stood in the repurposed demountable; just Daryl and I and an argument that was bound to end up in tears. He stepped closer to me, shoulders almost at his ears.

I didn't want to hear it; I knew what he was going to say and I was unwilling to compromise either.

I had to see my people.

Turning away from him I headed for the towels and change of clothes stacked in a locker in the corner of the room.

I've got to go for a shower.

Daryl stalked behind me, all grunts and erratic hand gestures. "Ye not steppin' foot near tha' place again, ye hear me? We've got more te think about now." Grabbing my arm he pulled me in, reaching out, placing his hand on my stomach. "I'm not lettin' ye put yeself in harms way chasin' his ghost." Try as he may, he failed to hide the jealousy behind those words.

His reveal cut through me; not only because he was lashing out, but because what he said was undeniably true. I couldn't ponder on the thought for too long though; there were more reasons why I needed to go back.

I kept walking, a need to keep moving, helping me form my words. "They're my people Daryl! A lot of them weren't bad. They're just trying to survive like the rest of us."

We moved briskly towards the old government building. Jesus had told us that there was a working shower on the second level, so we made a beeline, thankful that most people must've been having dinner.

I opened the door and attempted to shut it behind me, trying to shut him out.

He held out his hand; My rugged lover's shoulder's finally dropping, his head leaning forward as he planted a tender kiss on my forehead. "I'll sort somethin' out; jus' promise me you won' do anythin' reckless!"

I accept his olive branch; the man is a pillar of self-sacrifice.

"I will." I paused, allowing him entrance and locking the door behind him. I ran the water and finally plucked up the courage to address the big white elephant in the room, "and Daryl?"

He placed both hands on my belly, "I know."

I was pretty sure he did, but it needed to be said.

He made small circles around my abdomen, "no matter wha', I'm still their Daddy."

Oh this beautiful man, how'd I get so lucky?

I cupped his cheek, stroking the stubble, "we don't know that they're Negan's for sure, they could be yours!" The tears started, guilt tearing through me for being in such a compromising position.

He wiped my tears away with his thumb, kissing me possessively, his mouth perfectly interlocking with mine. He pulled away and revealed that he had tears of his own, "it doesn' matter te me."

My heart throbbed, his unbridled emotion melding with mine. His voice breaking through his proclamation, "I didn' really wanna think abou' it. But I always knew no matter wha', I'll take care of me family!"

Oh my Daryl! I love you so much.

Daryl wiped at his tears and squared his shoulders; always finding it hard to show any form of weakness! I pounced on his hard and sturdy frame, locking my arms around his shoulders. We stepped into the shower and engulfed each other; kissing, grabbing, pulling, sucking. The steam causing our clothes to become transparent; both succumbing to our profligate urges.

I peeled off his clothes as he returned the favour. He held me at arms length, grabbing the body wash and squeezing some in his hand. Daryl then lathered it, transferring it to my neck. He slowly rubbed my skin, massaging my shoulders, running nimble fingers across my collar bone. I moaned unabashedly; the warm tingle spreading through my body like wildfire.

I ran my hands over the front of his slick body, his firm pectorals and abs rock hard under my fervent touch. I couldn't help but tease, taking my bottom lip between my teeth, "there's no way you could be this hard, are you flexing baby?"

He gave me a wolffish grin, "you'll never know!"

I couldn't help but laugh at his playfulness, revving me up even more, if that was even possible. His mood was infectious as I walked my index and middle finger all the way down his snail trail and stopped at his member, and then bypassed it, placing my palms on his thighs.

I peered down at his erection and licked my lips, hungry for him. I'd never performed oral but wanted to give Daryl something that was just for him and his pleasure.

I raised an eyebrow at him and kneeled down, my face now level with his throbbing cock. He looked down at me with a hooded gaze, opening my mouth just for the tip. I sucked softly, causing him to throw his head back.

"Fuck!"

I added my hands, stoking him firmly yet gently, from root to tip. As my mouth began to sink further down his length he grabbed two clumps of my hair, guiding me to the perfect pace. His hips began to buck from time to time, struggling to contain himself.

Holy shit I am so fucking turned on right now!

I traced a hand down to my core, gently stroking, moaning into his cock. The vibrations too much; his hips now thrusting hard into the back of my throat, my gag reflex engaged.

He growled at me, a primal side I'd never seen in him before, "me big cock too big fer ye baby? Yer pretty mouth can' take it?"

I'll show you I can take it baby, just you wait and see!

I took his words as a challenge, firming my strokes and grasping at his perfect buttocks, urging him to bury himself in me. I quickly plunged him into my mouth then removed him, repeating at a relentless rate. He backed up to a nearby wall, relishing the sensation of every thrust.

I felt him twitching as I pulled him out of my mouth, causing him to climax with my hands. He spurts his semen all over my chest, yelling out my name garbled with various profanities. His aftershock lasting the longest moment as I loved every bit.

He groaned at me, eyes still clenched, "I love ye so
much Rackel; I love ye so fuckin' much it hurts!"

I climbed up his body and held him tight, running my nails across his shoulder blades.

"I love you Daryl Dixon!"