(TW!! smut :D!!)
I decided to take a walk around the outside area of the prison at around nine o'clock. I was bored, the only people I talk to are asleep and I'm not tired.
After I finish walking the perimeter of our fenced in area, I decide to walk around the courtyard, basking in the gentle breeze and brisk air. The stars are bright tonight, so I decide to lay on the grass and look up at the stars, something Lori and I did in the few months before the prison.
I sit in silence for a moment, enjoying the peace that washes over my body.
Peace until the sound of footsteps behind me causes me to quickly stand up and unsheathe my dagger. Daryl stands there, not even fazed buy my dagger pointed at him.
"Jesus." I sigh. "Make yourself known before I have a goddamn heart attack." "Sorry." He mutters. I put my dagger back in its holder and sit back down, Daryl sits next to me.
"Why're you out here?" He asks, looking at me. I shrug, "I dunno. Got bored, thought everyone was asleep so I just came out here. I used to love looking at the stars as a kid. I did it with Lori a lot when we were moving around. He nods and chews on his bottom lip.
A big gust of wind causes goosebumps to rise on my arms, I shiver slightly but nothing to make e want to go inside and grab a jacket.
"Here," Daryl takes his cloth (kind of looks like a blanket) poncho off and offers it to me. "I don't need it." It feels like my eyes have a mind of their own because without warning, my eyes dart to his defined arm muscles.
I stammer and look up at him, he's smirking ever so slightly. "Tha- uh- thank you." I stammer, taking his poncho. It's still warm from being on his body all day, the faint smell of him lingers on it.
I wrap myself in it and avoid his gaze, I feel like if I look at him, my eyes are going to turn to hearts.
I can feel my heart beating in my chest, I can hear it too. I wouldn't be surprised if Daryl can hear it because it's really loud. The faint feeling of heat rises to my cheeks and nose and I begin to fidget with my fingers.
Jesus, not even Glenn did this to me.
Daryl chuckles, a low, rumbling chuckle that makes my head spin. "What?" I ask, quickly looking at him. He smirks and motions to me fidgetting. "Somethin' got you nervous?"
Yeah, you.
I scoff, "No. What do you mean? Of course not...no."
Jesus Adrian.
I've never been like this with anybody. No matter how much I liked them, I would always tease them and play hard to get but...Daryl has this effect on me. Maybe it's because I've known him for so long that I'm not worried about him not liking anything about me because he already knows about all of it.
He chuckles again, "Okay then." I hadn't realized how close we were sitting until I feel his shoulder lightly brush against the poncho around my shoulders.
I finally work up enough courage to look at him because I'm pretty sure he's not looking at me.
When I do, I realize I was wrong. I quickly look away, but a firm hand grabs my jaw and turns my head to the left.
Daryl holds my jaw tight but not rough as he gazes into my eyes, searching for something. I feel my breath shudder ever so slightly, so does he.
"You have no idea...do you?" Daryl smirks, his eyes move from my eyes to my lips, then back to my eyes.
I stammer, I'm trying to find the right words to act cool but I just...can't.
He chuckles, releasing my jaw. Though my jaw is released, I don't turn away; I can't.
"No idea of...what?" He scoffs, "You're an idiot." I smile lightly, "Whatever. You're just-" He cuts me off with a kiss. "Shut up." He says quickly before resuming the kiss.
My breath hitches in my throat as I feel his warm lips on mine, savoring the taste. His left hand instinctively comes up and cups my cheek, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip. I part my lips to allow his tongue to enter my mouth, the taste of him grows.
I feel fire burning in my stomach, in between my legs, everywhere.
Without breaking the kiss, I move and straddle his hips, my fingers running through his hair. He grumbles a low groan as he feels my body weight on his hips, his hands immediately hold my hips firmly.
I break the kiss and look up at the prison, "We are not doing this where my little sister can see." He chuckles, "They can't see shit from up there. I didn't even know you were down here until I walked down here." He kisses me quickly before pulling away. "We could take it up to the guard tower." I shake my head, "I can't wait that fucking long." I capture his lips in another hungry kiss, our tongues dance together, his grip on my waist tightens.
He breaks the kiss and begins kissing down my jaw, he plants a few kisses on my prison tattoo before he continues his journey down my neck. Each kiss ignites fire in their wake.
A light moan escapes my lips as he kisses the sweet spot on my neck. A predatory smile grows on his lips before he kisses that spot right under my tattoo again, nibbling lightly. While he's kissing my neck, his hands find their way to the poncho draped around my shoulders and he takes it off, tossing it aside. The brisk air flows on my arms again, causing a slight shiver.
"Oh, don't worry." He kisses my neck again and then looks me in the eye. "You'll warm up here real soon." My breath hitches at his words, I can't even respond.
He tugs my shirt up and over my head, I assist him but putting my arms up, allowing him to easily remove my red t-shirt. I lean down and kiss him passionately again; he reciprocates the kiss with just as much lust and hunger.
His rough hands run up and down my back before they land on the clasp of my bra. He breaks the kiss for a moment, he doesn't say anything, but I know it's an act of asking for consent. I smile and nod before kissing him again.
I feel the clasp of my bra release, so I remove my hands from his hair and allow him to pull my bra off of me. He sits there, admiring the sight before him.
He smiles a hungry smile before kissing me again. He bucks his hips and flips over, pinning me to the grass below. A slight gasp escapes my lips when the sudden movement catches me off guard.
He begins to kiss down my jaw, neck, and collarbone, eventually leading down to my newly exposed chest.
A low growl escapes his lips as he captures my breast in his mouth, sucking and nibbling lightly. I softly groan and put my hands on his hair, the feeling from his mouth is sending an electric shock throughout my entire body.
He moves onto my other breast and cups the other one in his hand, squeezing ever so gently.
He kisses back up to my mouth and twirls his tongue around inside of my mouth and groans. I tug his vest off of his shoulders and we both break the kiss to quickly unbutton his shirt. "Why the fuck did you choose a button up." I ask, finally getting the shirt off of him and kissing him again. He chuckles but doesn't respond, he just continues making out with me. I break the kiss and trail my gaze around the lines of his chest, his abs, tattoos, everything looks perfect under the faint light of the outside light.
I kiss him again and grip his biceps, running my hands up to his cheeks and cupping his face.
He breaks the kiss and moves onto my stomach, slowly kissing and licking down it. The feeling of his tongue on my stomach makes me want to moan right then and there, but I don't.
He stops at the hem of my black ripped jeans; his hands find their way to the button. He quickly unbuttons my pants and zips my fly down, quickly discarding them in the pile of clothes next to us.
He kisses down to the line of my underwear and then up my thighs, I feel my body shiver in the best way possible under the line of his lips. His lips fall onto the part of my that's screaming for him.
He kisses my clothed warmth lightly before looking up at me between my thighs. "Are you-" "If you don't tear my underwear off right now, you will feel the wrath of god." He chuckles and hooks his fingers on the fabric of my underwear. "Alright then."
He slowly removes my underwear, savoring the sight behind him. He licks his lips hungrily, not being able to tear his eyes away from my body.
He slowly kisses up my thighs, teasing the shit out of me. I gasp as I feel his tongue lick up my folds, the feeling is enough to make me come right then and there.
He begins his feast on me, my moans fill the air. He chuckles, the vibration of his chuckle rings on the part that desires him most. The feeling of his beard scratching against my thighs and folds is something I never thought I would find hot.
"Damn, you taste even better than I thought." He grumbles, his tongue begins its exploration inside of me again, inching me closer and closer to my release.
"Oh fuck-" My words are cut off with a moan, my hands tangle in his hair as he continues. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as I writhe under his touch.
I feel something bubbling in my stomach, my moans become breathless and loud.
"Fuck!" I moan, ecstasy finally rolls over me, his tongue licks every ounce of my release up. He smiles as he leans up and kisses me again, the taste of me all over his mouth.
"You are a fucking masterpiece." He says, continuing to kiss me.
"God, if I knew how good you were... I would've come to my realization way earlier." I whisper, my hands unbuckling his belt. He chuckles and helps me take his pants off, leaving him just in his boxers.
I flip us over again, now he's pinned to the ground. Hungrily tug his boxers off of his hips, throwing them in the discarded clothes pile. His hardened length springs free, a smile grows on my lips.
I quickly use the rubber band on my wrist to tie my hair back before lowering my mouth around his cock, he groans as I begin to pump and suck.
I can feel him in the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly.
Something I never had to worry about with Nick.
His hands tangle in my hair, guiding my head as I use my hands to pump what I can't get my mouth around.
He groans, "Fuck, Adrian." A slight whimper makes its way out of his mouth as he twitches under my mouth, I can tell he's getting closer and closer.
His hips buckle under me as his breaths become more ragged and his fingers tangle tighter in my hair.
Finally, a wave of pleasure passes through him as he moans and releases in my mouth. I swallow every last bit of it, the salty taste lingering in my mouth.
I release him from my mouth and use my thumb to wipe the corner of my mouth, smirking. "I heard you whimper." I tease. "Oh shut up." He rolls his eyes and sits up, kissing me again.
I climb onto his hips and straddle them once again, inviting him entrance.
He smiles and pushes me softly onto the ground, pinning my hands above my head.
I spread my legs apart as an invitation for him to enter me, he takes the invitation quickly.
I moan loudly as I feel him inside me, my warmth not yet fully adjusted. He groans and tightens his grip on my wrists, allowing me to adjust.
Once my breath shudders, he knows I'm adjusted so he begins to slowly pump in and out.
He kisses me feverishly, continuing to move in and out.
"Shit, Daryl." I moan, the feeling of him inside me makes me want to scream as loud as possible.
"Fuck, baby. You feel so good, so tight for me." He growls, his thrusts becoming quicker and quicker.
The sound of skin colliding with skin and our shared moans fills the air, warning the Walkers at the gates to stay away.
"Oh fuck, Daryl. Right there." I gasp, his cock hitting my G-spot.
He smirks and pulls out, deciding to tease me. I whimper, my inside feels empty without him.
He chuckles at my whimper, "You want me so bad, don't you." I don't respond, trying my hardest not to beg. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "Beg for it." I moan at his words, his hot breath on my ear.
My breath shudders, but I don't respond. "Fine." He releases his grip on my wrists and straightens up.
"Wait, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry. Please, Daryl. Please. I need you so-" A loud moan reverberates through the air as he roughly enters me again. His hands find their way to my wrists and and he begins thrusting fast, in and out.
"Oh shit." I moan, arching my back. "Fuck, keep going." I moan, I'm on the brink of ecstasy as I feel him whimper slightly.
"Come for me baby. I know you want to." Almost as if his words were the final thrust, my shaky moan exits my lips as I arch my back further and release onto him. My nails scratch down his back, releasing a groan from his lips. My body shudders underneath him with the aftermath.
With one final, ragged thrust, he releases warm liquid inside me, filling me up. I release a shuddery breath as he pulls out slowly, laying down next to me.
His arms wrap around me and he plants a gentle kiss to my temple.
"You are fucking amazing, Adrian." He whispers. "I'm definitely not tired anymore." I respond. He chuckles, "Me neither." I remove my head from his chest and look at him, "We ain't datin'." He smiles, "Never in a million years."
(Summary:) Adrian and Daryl. Connect the dots.