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(Warning: some mild sexual content)
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I rinsed off in the shower, pampering myself as the hot water soaked my skin. I was calm, calmer than I thought I could be given what I had planned tonight.
I was going to show Daryl what he meant to me, because deep down I knew I loved him. I just hadn't admitted it to myself until now.
I was nervous, yes, but not of the situation, it was the possibility of rejection that had my heart pounding in my chest.
I headed to my cell quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up as I did so. Once there, I opened the top drawer of the dresser, pulling out a silk nightgown.
It was a light lavender color with lacy trim, and when I slipped it on, it fell to my mid thigh. I had to say, I looked decent wearing it, though I wasn't anything model worthy. Maybe he wouldn't even like it.
I heard footsteps and quickly covered myself with the blanket, sitting on the edge of the bed. My body relaxed a bit when it was Daryl that entered my cell, closing it behind him.
He looked at me curiously, "What ye up to?" I slowly stood up, letting the blanket slide off me. His eyes widened at my appearance, and I watched as he gulped.
When he didn't say anything, I frowned. "You don't like it?" He shook his head quickly moving closer, "No, I do. It's just...." he paused licking his lips "....I've never had a woman stand n'front of me like this."
I nodded my head. "So...are they usually just naked, or?" He sighed rubbing his chin, "Phoebe...." It clicked in my mind, and my lips parted to form an 'O'.
He looked away and scoffed, "Yer disappointed?" I shook my head slowly reaching out to him. "I just thought one of us would know what we were doing." I explained, and his expression softened.
I moved in closer, so close that I could feel his breath hitting my face. We met each other's gaze, and not long after, our lips made contact.
I worked at the buttons of his shirt as he pulled off his vest, pushing me gently in the direction of the bed.
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