Wake the Dead

chapter 17

Hey guys! This story is started to take off and I'm SO excited!  Thank you to everyone who reads!! And just to make it clear Fiona is like 29(tuning 30) in this and Daryl is like 33! Enjoy!

The music was blasting, I could feel it pump through my body with each beat. I had a beer in my hand as I swayed back and forth dancing in the crowd of people, I felt like I was a teenager again.

I had come here with Trey, since this was his good friends party, but he had disappeared with some guys and maybe even some girls. I tried not to think to much about the girls, I wanted Trey to have fun and relax, he's been taking care of his mom for weeks now. 

I'm not sure what song was playing, but it was some pop/rock song that blasted in the house. All the lights were off besides a few in the kitchen and some multicolored ones by the music player. I heard footsteps behind me, then hands were on my waist and someone was trying to grind into me. I looked back and didn't recognize the face so I tried to walk away, but he pulled me back to him by my hips.

I knew most of the guys here, so I felt kinda comfortable, but there always was some new guy that wondered into the party like this one. I realized I wasn't going to be getting out of this one easy, so I bent down a little making it look like I was going to grind back into him. I heard him let out a chuckle at me giving in, but before he knew it I flew my head backwards and head-butted him in the nose.

He let go of me and backed up a bit. "Bitch!" 

I snorted at him. "I'd rather be a dog than a pig." I said to him with a sarcastic smile and then walked away. I noticed across the room that someone was watching me, it was Daryl, he was sitting on the couch sipping his beer. The guy next to him had some girl in his lap and was frantically trying to get his tongue inside her mouth, it was gross to watch.

I hadn't talked to Daryl since him and Merle hid out at my house a month or so ago and he probably was only here so he could drag Merle's ass home. He looked away once I caught his gaze, but I just walked over to him and plopped on the couch next to him. He was wearing a plain white tank top, dark jeans, and had one arm draped over the top of the couch. He had bags under his eyes, like usual, and his hair looked like it was getting darker from his dirty blond color. He looked good.

I saw him once me over and then he looked at me. "Classy." I said pointing to the guy and the girl next to him. He grunted and took another sip of his beer. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of him. I felt a little drunk and I hoped that I wouldn't remember what I was about to do in the morning.

I sat up and put one leg across his lap, and another on the opposite side, pretty much straddling him. I sat down right above his crotch and watched as he tensed up and had a shocked looked on his face. I got closer to his face, "If you're gona do that, then at least make it look good." I whispered, talking about the people next to us. 

He gave me a confused look and held his hands out, not comfortable enough to put them on me. I leaned my face completely down and crashed my lips to his. He was shocked at first, but started kissing me back a little. I dominated this kiss and slid my tongue into his mouth and held my hands on his chest, it was rough. I kissed him for a little, but was interrupted by my beeping watch, I had the late shift at our tattoo parlor.

"I gotta go." I whispered after I broke the kiss and started to climb off him, noticing the bulge in his pants. His face was still completely shocked as the guy next to him hit his arm and gave him a thumbs up. I walked out of the house with a smirk, maybe I drive him just as crazy as he can drive me?