These Awkward Moments

Chapter 9 Sparks

Delilah's POV
I'd had about all I could take of Mr. Daryl Dixon! The man had only spoken about six whole sentences to me since we met, but I could not stop thinking about him. His eyes were the deep, clear blue of the ocean, and I could drown in them forever. What was it about a voice that sounded as if he'd been mixing gravel with his vocal chords that I found so fucking sexy? And oh my lord that body! He took my breath away every time he walked in the door. I'd always had a thing for redneck bad boys, and I'd been teased mercilessly about my "broke picker" when it came to men. Lord knew I had tried like hell to resist this one, but I was about done fighting it any more. I had caught him checking me out more than once, but he'd never made a move to do anything about this attraction. I was starting to think I had been just imagining things, but his response as I cleaned his wound tonight was unmistakable.

He stepped down from the exam table, and I knew if I wanted this to happen I would probably have to make it happen myself.

I stepped towards him. "Daryl?"

He raised his chin, looking into my eyes. I put my hand on the edge of his vest and leaned towards him. I didn't give him a chance to break eye contact before pressing my lips to his. For a fraction of a second he didn't respond, and I wondered if I had read him wrong. He made a soft whimpering noise, and then suddenly I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and his lips crushed into mine. I moaned softly, and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. My hands held onto the front of his vest because I knew if I let go my knees would buckle. Our kiss deepened, and I moved my hips against his thigh. I was struck by the overwhelming realization that I had never wanted a man as much as I wanted Daryl Dixon.

Suddenly Daryl pulled his mouth from mine and he took a step back. Thank God he kept his hands at my waist, because my legs wouldn't hold me and my head was spinning. He had a very startled look on his face.

I blinked in surprise. "What? You didn't know I was attracted to ya?"

He frowned. "Nah, that ain't it. I get that there's been an attraction there between us, but I didn't think you were the type ta cheat on your man, and I didn't think I was the type ta let ya."

I blinked again as I tried to process what he was saying, but his kiss had left me so twitter-pated I couldn't hardly think straight. "I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about Daryl. Who's cheatin' on who?"

His frown turned into a scowl. "This! You! Us! Roe!!" His normally raspy voice became more of a growl now.

I was still completely confused, and I wasn't sure why he was raising his voice. "What in God's name does Roe have to do with this? Us?"

He pulled away and ran a hand through his long hair. "Doc, you do remember Roe? Your man. Your baby's daddy. He lives in your house. Sang a love song with ya at dinner tonight."

I blinked as realization set in. I started to giggle, but that quickly turned into a full laugh. I held my sides and snorted trying not to wake the baby.

"Woman, I wish you'd explain ta me what's so damn funny!"

I tried to stop my fit so I could talk. "You thought. You. Thought. Roe was my man?" Daryl nodded and looked at me.

"Oh Daryl! Roe is my brother darlin'!"

He blinked a couple of times as this information sank in. I could see that he was thinking back over every time he had seen us together since we met, and reinterpreting everything. My laughter calmed down, and I stepped towards him again.

I said softly, "Daryl, Roe is my brother and I love him dearly, but I don't wanna kiss him the way I wanna kiss you."

His smile melted me. He pulled me back into his arms. I stood on tiptoe, wrapped my arms around his neck, and tangled my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. He slowly lowered his head and gently placed his lips on mine.