Hush Baby Im here

Chapter 37

The first test was a simple one, Eugene looked into my ears, tested my muscle reflexes. Daryl sat in the room with us, not saying anything, but shooting a sharp glare at Eugene when he hit my elbow too hard.

"Now were gonna need some blood." He stated standing up, Daryl did the same.

"I don't have have any needles, so" he left the sentence lingering in the air. But I knew he wanted to cut me open, just a bit.

"How much?" I asked reaching for my knife. "Stop." Daryl hastily said,"I'm sure Pete's got needles."

Nausea wavered over me at the thought if Pete, but it was true, I saw his needles. When I volunteered to get some, there was a short pause, and Daryl just stared at Eugene with a knowing look. Until he felt so uncomfortable, he promised he'd be back and headed out for the needles.

"Something wrong?" Daryl asked. I look towards him as he stands leaning against my piano.
I haven't even played it yet.

"I'm fine." I say automatically, "you?" He only shrugs.

"Daryl?"

"Hm?"

"How many tattoos you got?" I ask randomly, curiosity gets the best of me.

"A number," he fiddles with the piano keys a bit, "I can show them to you if you want?" He smirks as I quickly duck my head, crimson roses blooming on my cheeks.

I peered out the window, not seeing Eugene anymore.

"You got any Greene?" He asks.

I shake my head, "my dad thought it was bad." he thought our bodies were temples, and we shouldn't put any permanent thing on it that we might regret.

"Yeah but what did you think?"

"I guess I've always secretly wanted one." I shrug.

I watch as he smiles, causing my heart to flutter. I hop off the stool and cross the room towards him, placing my self next to him.

"If you were to get one, what'd you get?" he asks.

I think for a second, "a music note, behind my ear, or something cheesy like that." I say almost embarrassed.

Suddenly he ducks his head down and meets his lips with mine. Unlike our previous kiss, it was hungry. Our tongues fighting each other while I placed my hands around his neck. I sighed in pure delight as his hand slid across my waist.

His arms lifted me up onto the piano, never breaking the kiss, my legs folded around his waist. He pulled back, brushing the hair from my eyes.

"I might get carried away." He said between breaths, jerkin me forward closer towards him. I laughed at the sudden act if quirkiness.

"I might be okay with that." I replied, my fingers tracing his neck line, looking up at him innocently.

"Might?" He raised an eyebrow teasingly. I nodded and he went in for another kiss.

Luckily Daryl heard Eugene enter the house, or he would have walked into a full in make out session, and I don't think there was another way to explain that. My lips felt raw and pink from the kisses, a delightful feeling really.

It was hard not to smile mischievously at Daryl, who stayed in the room still, when you felt so giddy and happy.

The needle pricked the inside of my arm and I winced a bit, not of pain, but just the memory of needles. Daryl takes a step forward.
Lucky for me your not a fighter, I didn't panic, I felt cold. I wanted to kill him.

"I'm going to look at these in my," he searched for a the most adult word, "home lab." I laughed as Eugene left the room. Sliding the door closed behind him.

"Where is everyone?" I ask, Daryl shrugs, shuffling his feet, over taken by a sudden awkwardness.

"Hey you alright?"

He looks up, "I'm always so close to losing ya, like someone's playin a game with me is all. We thought we were good, safe," I nod, "but Noah. And all them other people, they deserved this. Not me, I sit here watchin you with your angel smile and I think, all I do is dance with the devil ya know?"

I shake my head and sigh, and he crosses the room to sit by me.

I pull him closer and push my lips against his.