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Salvation	By : madnad Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 8392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Still gripping his hand, Lilith gently stroked the side of Daryl's face with her free hand, then cupped his chin. Raising on her toes, she placed a gentle kiss on his lips. She could feel his heart beating as fast as hers. She pulled back, her eyes searching his for some evidence that he wanted to stop. There was a hunger there she had not expected to see.
She released his hand and placed both of her arms around his shoulders, pulling him towards her for another kiss, this one deeper, more fervent. She felt him hesitantly slide his arms around her waist, and he moaned with pleasure as she pressed herself closer.
His stubble scratched her chin deliciously, and his hands felt hot through the material of her t-shirt. Gently, she probed at the edge of his lips with her tongue until they opened. As her inquisitive tongue danced with his, she felt the pit of her stomach tighten. Oh God, I am so turned on by him. She felt her knees weaken, and nearly came when his tongue pushed its way hesitantly into her mouth. She barely suppressed a whimper, and kissed him with a vigour only matched by her desire for him.
His hands tightened on her waist, but remained frozen, as if afraid to move. Lilith pulled against one of his arms to move it up, and turning slightly so that his large palm was pressed against her breast.
"Oh God, yes," she murmured into his mouth as he finally started to reciprocate, his hands caressing the fleshy mound, his thumb grazing her erect nipples as they pushed against the fabric.
Lilith slid her hands down his back and under the sleeveless shirt he wore. Her fingers glided over the smooth muscles that rippled under her touch. She traced her fingertips along his ribs, and across his hard chest. She allowed her nails to graze his nipples and heard a satisfying groan from her lover.
Encouraged by the sounds of his arousal, she moved one hand down his stomach and over the front of his pants. She could feel the iron hardness of his erection, and firmly traced her fingers along its length. The grip around her waist tightened and he groaned into her mouth, something animalistic. The sound alone caused a flood of moisture to her pussy.
She frantically unfastened the top button and fly and placed her hand inside. Thank the gods, she praised when she discovered there were no shorts underneath, and her fingers enveloped the engorged penis. His dick was hot and hard, and she whimpered loudly as her hand ran up and down its length. Her hand went lower, her nails grazing the skin of his balls as they raked through his pubic hair.
She moved her hand back up its length, and once at the peak she ran her thumb over the tip, smearing the pearl of pre-cum that sat there. The musky scent of sex pervaded the air. She was surprised and pleased to find that he was uncircumcised. Gripping the shaft firmly, she pulled back against the foreskin, and exposed more of the head. Shifting her grip, she gently brushed the smooth dome of his glans with the pads of her fingers.
Daryl moaned suddenly, almost as if he was in pain. He broke their kiss, and leaned forward slightly, panting. Lilith still had her hand around his dick, and felt it jerk as the unmistakable sensation of hot cum washed over her hand.
Lilith laid her head on his shoulder and smiled a little to herself as she continued to massage his fleeing erection. Seconds later, she felt Daryl straighten and she lifted her face to his, her eyes full of love. What she saw wiped the contented smile from her face.
She saw anger and shame.
He cruelly knocked her hand away and stuffed himself back in his pants, then went and laid on the mattress, his back towards her.
Lilith rubbed her wrist. "Daryl, please. Don't be like this. There's no need to be embarrassed."

He didn't respond. He didn't know what to say. He stared blankly at the wall ahead of him, wishing she would just leave him alone.
"I never thought I would want anyone again," she continued regardless of his silence. "I certainly never thought someone would want me, not after they knew. I'm damaged goods. The fact you were able to… the fact you came… Don't you see? It’s a compliment really."
His emotions were in turmoil. How can she think she is damaged goods? I'm the one who's fucked up.
He was embarrassed at the evident display of his inexperience. He hadn't much experience with women, just a few hookers. His brother had thrown a few skanky whores his way, so he knew what went where. But he never cared a dime about any of them so his performance was never a consideration. He never developed the skill or confidence to deal with women as sexual beings. As long as he got his nut off, that was all that mattered. He could almost hear Merle laughing at him from the grave. He may be a dumb redneck, but he was smart enough to realise that Lilith didn’t just want sex, she wanted something else, something he wasn’t sure he knew how to give.
"You've healed something in me, Daryl. Let me do the same for you."
He heard her kneel behind him, and then he felt the warm presence of her hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes, spilling tears down his cheeks.
"I won't let you push me away!" she sobbed.
"I've heard that before," he responded snarkily. "Eventually, everyone leaves."
"That's because you work so hard at pushing them away," she yells. "What are you scared of?"
He turned towards her, his face contorted with anger.
"I've spent my whole goddamn life alone, with no one that gave a crap about me 'cept Merle, and I know he wasn’t good for me. Now, I have this group," he cried, pointing briefly towards the cell blocks. "They are all I have now, they are my family. Until recently, unlike everyone else, I hadn't lost anyone 'cos I had no one my entire life."
He grimaced, and sighed. Shaking his head, he looked directly at her. "There was a time when they would have wiped me off their heels like shit, but they're what I have now. They're my family… and I'm scared of failing them, of losing them or hurting them." He paused briefly, wiping a tear from his cheek. "I've never felt wanted before, never felt needed or valued. People depend on me here, they actually look up to me. I can't handle any more than that."
He couldn’t look in her eyes. He knew he would be lost if he did. Instead, he focused on her hands as they nervously twisted in her lap. When he didn’t reply, she shook her head, and stood up. She stopped and turned as she rested a hand on the door handle.
"Am I not part of that family, Daryl? Are you not concerned about hurting me? I don’t need you, Daryl. I want you. I want to share what remaining days I might have with you," she said softly.
"I don't need some bitch to fuss around me. I'm fine here by myself."
"You're such a jackass," she wept, as she opened the door.
"Whatever, lady," he yelled at her over the sound of the slamming door.
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