The sun spilled into the room and Daryl shifts in bed and groans. Partying defiantly is wearing on him. He feels around for the body that was keeping him warm last night. No such luck though. Figures, wouldn't be the first time a girl left before he woke up. He sits up and his head is pounding. He slips on some shorts and makes his way down the hall to the kitchen them smell if coffee greets him. And there she is. Standing in one of his plaid shirts with messy blonde hair pulled up into a pony tail. He stands there frozen. She's quietly dancing around his kitchen as she hums. He's tantalised by her. Her whole being grabs his focus.
"Ahem" he says clearing his throat. She turns around and smiles.
"I guess that takes breakfast in bed off the table." She says grabbing the mugs of coffee off the counter. She walks around the center island, and hands him a mug.
"Thanks." he says breathing in the aroma. He watches as she sits at the small table against the wall. she nods for him to follow.
"So, uh,"
"Beth."
"Beth, how'd you sleep." he says sitting down across from her.
"Fine, but you hog the bed." she says sipping her coffee. He tenses. What was he suppose to say. Sorry? No girl ever stayed and made coffee in the morning...
"Oh and your brother called. Sounded surprised that a girl picked up." She says and he mentally kicks himself. Fuck his brother.. Merle was an asshole. He knew Merle wouldn't let this one go for awhile..
"Shit.." he says. She looks confused and then smiles.
"I'm the first one that's ever stayed, huh?" She says. How did she know? Why did she look so good in his shirt? Why did she stay? And why did she look so natural in his home? She's staring at him with an amused smile playing across her face.
"One night stays that stay aren't your cup of coffee, are they?" She asks leaning back in the chair. He shakes his head, his eyes traveling downward. his baggy shirt was like heaven on her. it dropped a little in the smooth valley of her chest. He just stares and she lets him. Her smile and eyes cause his stomach to soar. Her in his shirt made his heart flutter. Her smelling like coffee and his bed made his mind race. She is all he wants and she knows it. From the way she looks at him, heats him up. She slowly gets up and walks back toward his room, unbuttoning his plaid shirt and drops it in the hallway. He groans low in his throat as she turns back toward him and covers her self.
He gets up and slowly follows, but then hurries toward her. She squeals as he picks her up and carries her the rest of the way and slams the door behind him.
Mornings with the One night stands wasn't his cup of coffee,
but she defiantly was.
