Ride the lightning

Ch.7

Kira ran her hands up Daryl's back trying to distract him from the fight she seen brewing between the brothers. She didn't want them to fight, when they fought it felt like the world was ending all over again. She couldn't handle them avoiding each other, they couldn't handle avoiding each other. It all crashed together to make one big solid time of bullshit and pain.

"What happened that night Daryl?" Kira's voice was soft in his ear and her hands kept kneading the muscles in his back. The tension in him was worse then she had seen, worse than when Sophia was found. His leg was jumping on the floor from where he set at the edge of the bed. "We waited as long as we could..."

"Fuck." Daryl growled dropping his head forward, "Goddamn Walsh."

Kira's eyes flicked to Mac and she seen something deep in his eyes starting to fire off, it was scaring her. She had never seen his eyes take on such a threatening shade and she felt her heart beat pick up. Mac's eyes were searching over him again and he looked off his jaw tense and his knuckles turning white.

"You were out there with Shane helping look for Randall and Mac got back before you." Kira pulled Daryl's face around to look at her, "What the fuck did he do?"

"We found Randall but not the way he was saying shit happened." Daryl growled, "He had his neck broken but there wasn't no fucking signs of a struggle like Shane was spitting out." His voice was low and iced over, it was chilling the room around them and she shifted closer to him kicking her boots off.

"I don't remember him even coming back to the house." Kira muttered.

Mac looked over at Daryl, "This about the goddamn barn and neither of backin' his ass? He tried that shit in the woods to get rid of you?"

Daryl lifted his head and Kira frowned not able to see his face but she didn't need to. Mac's told her everything she needed to know, Shane had tried to hurt Daryl,. Her blood was rushing so fast she couldn't hear them anymore and Kira's hands started tightening over the muscles on his back. Shane had been stirring shit with her and them since she had shown up.

He had made more than one unwelcome pass at her before she had gotten closer to Mac and Daryl. Even after if he seen her without them he made a lewd comment. The most recent thing she could remember being said by him was some fucking ignorant shit that it wouldn't take two men to satisfy her if she slept with him.

"It's about more than the barn." Her voice was soft and Daryl looked over his shoulder. His eyes had lost some of their anger and she looked up through her lashes at him, "He's made more than one pass at me and I thought he would just quit...I've caught him looking at you all too." Shrugging she set back her hands falling from Daryl's body. "I don't know what it's about but he makes me uncomfortable." She was met with deep growls rumbling through both mens chest as they set looking at her. It wasn't a growl but more the sound of rolling thunder washing through them and she knew there was a storm brewing.

Daryl turned fully to her his hands pulling her towards him more, "When was this shit?"

Mac stood up walking towards her and the look he was giving pinned her in place, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Um look at it from my side Mac...you both have a certain type of thirst and feed off each other when mad." Kira shrugged.

He towered over her and she swallowed at the anger displayed on his handsome features, "I don't give a fuck for excuses and you goddamn know it." Mac jerked her up towards him her upper body lifting off the bed, "Next time something happens you fucking tell one of us!"

"Mac." Daryl's voice held years of knowledge and restraint in that one word.

Mac dropped her back down storming across the room and she blushed when she felt how wet she was. Daryl lifted his eyes to her his nostrils flaring and he started climbing up her body. There was something always so wild and primal about both of these men that called to her deeply. They could be in another room and it wouldn't matter they always knew when she was wet for them. Before she could say anything his mouth was on hers and she moaned into the kiss having missed him. She didn't give a fuck for Mac's rule about not without him, he was already mad what more could he do? Maybe she needed to be punished. If she had spoken up said something Daryl might not have been in danger. Tears beaded on her eyes and she kissed him harder trying to force the thoughts from her mind.