The Physical State of Love; a Daryl's Story

Chapter Six: Blissfully Aware

Author's Note:  Please advise this is a long chapter.  I thought that I might have broken into two chapters but every word needed to be said in this one. Hope you enjoy.

Cassandra's POV

I love the feel of the morning air against my face.  It's late October and the weather is changing.  Running helps me to clear my mind and just focus on the path in front of me.  For these few minutes it's just me and the road.  The only decisions I have to make while I'm running is whether I take a left or a right to extend my path or return to my final destination.  Today I feel great and decide to enjoy the run as much as possible. It was Saturday and my schedule with Daryl is different on the weekends.  I usually just use the TENS and then I give him a full body massage on Saturdays and Sundays are his and mine off day.  Tonight is the concert and I'm really excited to go.  I haven't seen Colin, Adam, or Doris play in over two years and I hear their popularity increased drastically after they were on tour.  Sam had called yesterday to tell me that she and Matt would be coming over early and she and I were going out shopping for new outfits.  She also told me that she and Matt would be staying over the night as we were traveling to and from the venue together.  I am happy to have the company especially on Sunday and I could make a huge breakfast for us.  I make it back to the villa and head straight for the shower.  I worked up quite a sweat with my run today but I feel exhilarated.  I pass my bed on the way to the bathroom and smile at the realization that I haven't slept in that bed for the last three nights.  Instead I've been sleeping next to Daryl, enjoying his heat and the closeness of being next to him. Every morning I've awoken to my hand in his hand and our fingers entwined.  At first I wondered if I reached and held him during the night or if by a miracle he did it himself.  I struggled with the understanding of it until this morning.  When I woke up we were again holding hands but something else was different.  Daryl's head was against mine.  His chin was on top of my forehead, leaning to the left.  I sat up and looked at him, his eyes were closed and his breathing steady.  I called out his name to see if there was a reaction on his face.  I felt a little disheartened that maybe I was imagining things but when I tried to get off the bed and release Daryl's hand he stopped me.  His fingers tightened around my hand and he let out a heavy breath.  He still didn't open his eyes or say anything verbally but a lot was communicated in that one action.  He held my hand, he squeezed it not wanting to let me go.  I caressed his face, running my free hand along his jawline and I asked, “Daryl can you hear me?” He squeezed my hand.  The smile that came to my face in that moment has been permanently plastered on my face.  Not only could he hear me but he could respond to me too.  I kissed him on the same hand that held mine and told him that I had to go but i wouldn't be far and I would come back.  He squeezed my hand again before releasing me and I got up from the bed.

I am floating on cloud 9 and have been all day.  He was waking up.  I know that I should share this information with Matt but I decided not to just yet.  I don't want to get their hopes up in case he has a relapse plus I don't want to overwhelm him with everyone coming to be with him.  He needs to ease out of it slowly with no pressure. Also I have to admit to myself that I enjoy having this little secret that only Daryl and I share and I am not ready to involve anyone else just yet.  I take a long shower, allowing the hot water to travel over my body in waves and I spend some time slowly washing my hair.  With my eyes close and my hands in my hair, I begin to daydream of my hands in Daryl's hair.  I followed through with my decision to wash his hair yesterday and I used my nails to give him a good scalp massage.  The process was a little clumsy with me using a basin under his head the catch the water and multiple towels.  In the end, I did have to change his shirt because it was soaked and I opted for one of his button shirts so I didn't have to pull it over his damp hair.  I dried his hair with a towel going over it multiple times, stroke after stroke.  Without realizing it as I stand in the shower thinking about Daryl, my hands start to caress my body. First they slowly run down my neck to my chest and cup my breast. When I pitch my nipples and a gasp releases from my lips, I take notice of what I doing and how my body feels.  I am aroused by the sensual caresses of my wandering hands and need a release.  My left hand stays on my breast giving my nipple a pinch intermittently while my right hand travels south over my abdomen to my waist then to my thigh.  I slowly move from my thigh to my core as I spread my legs slightly.  I am breathing heavy already and my breath caught when I push down on my clit.  I slip two fingers down to my folds before plunging into my slit.  I push in and out, squeezing and pulling on my breast in the same rhythm.  I start to go faster and I feel the build of my climax increasing.  I am climbing high, imaging Daryl's hands all over me, his mouth kissing every inch on me.  I am in need of him inside me, pleasuring me as my fingers are teasing me and with one final stroke of my thumb against my clit, I come.  I moan into the wall and my body shiver as the water from the shower continues it dance over my body.  I take a moment to catch my breath and for my body to stop shaking.  I proceed to finish washing my hair before turning off the shower and stepping out grabbing a towel to wrap around my body and another for my hair.  I dress in jeans and a white tank top and pull a cropped top jacket over it.  I brush my hair out and fix it into a loose braid.  I know I'm going to straighten it out for tonight but this would do for my shopping date with Sam.