I'm not an angel (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 9 - Shower

She was nervous, it had been a while since they had been intimate. The last time they had been, they were both angry and were only looking for pleasure, not a contention. Now that they were on good terms, the awkwardness couldn't be anymore awkward.

"You still like the water hot?" Marie asked Daryl once they were in the restroom.

"Uh, yeah" Daryl nodded awkwardly. He wouldn't admit out loud, but he was excited. It had been so long since they've been together. He had missed it, a lot.

"Alright" Marie mumbled under her breath. She quickly turned the water on hot. She looked back at Daryl, they both shared an awkward look. They both didn't move, they didn't know what to do. They hadn't taken a shower together in a very long time.

"Uh, I guess we should get in" Marie pointed to the shower with her thumb "the water is going to get cold"

"Right" Daryl nodded, still not moving from his spot. The mirror started getting foggier, the walls were starting to fog too.

Marie sighed, she knew Daryl wasn't going get undress first. That leaves her to go first. She slowly brought her hands to the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. It immediately got Daryl's attention. His posture went from slouching to straight. His head wasn't bowed down anymore, he was looking right at her. He could see her perky breast popping out of her bra. All he could think of was her perky nipples rubbing up against his chest a he pounded furiously into her. His excitement only increased as he thought of their hot, steamy, angry make up sex. He always loved the way she scratched his back, leaving her mark. It was a sign that he was hers and he knew that. She always felt bad about them. She never wanted to add more scars to the ones he already had. What she didn't know was that those scars she left, were his favorites. It was a sign of the pleasure he inflicted on her.

Once she noticed she had Daryl's attention she stopped, dropping her shirt to the floor. She noticed the way his eyes looked. A deep, dark blue. They weren't their normal crystal blue. A shiver ran down her back at the lust in his eyes. Her hands dropped down the the button of her pants. She unbutton them slowly and in a teasing manner. She swayed her hips side to side in a sensual dance, teasing him as she brought her jeans down her legs. Stepping out of her jeans, she stood in front of him nervously. She was in a pair of white panties and a black bra. She wished she had wore something matching.

Daryl couldn't describe the sensation he felt as he looked at her. She wore the two colors that looked best on her. He was grateful that his jeans weren't that tight on him, even though they felt like they were on his lower region. She never knew the effect she had on him. The way she could make his body feel like it was on fire by a single touch. The way he felt like pudding at her hands. She was like a queen and you always vow down to a queen. He bit down on his lower lip while eyeing her. It took all of him not to grab her and have his way with her over the sink. The animal in him was trying to surface, but he couldn't let it come out.

She noticed the way he bit his lip, it was something she always love, it always drove her crazy. She soon noticed she was the only one that was practically naked. She slowly made her way over to him, making him step back until he was pressed up against the bathroom door. She looked up at him, since she was shorter than him by six inches. She slowly brought her hand up to his leather vest, gripping it in her hands before forcefully removing it from his body. She noticed the way his breathing became labored and heavier. His chest was visibly moving back and forth as he took deep breathes. She started undoing the buttons of his flannel shirt, removing it from his broad shoulders. Her eyes snapping to a tattoo she hadn't seen in so long. She traced her finger over the cursive letter of her name. She felt a surge of love go through her as she did.