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Hello world and my wonderful readers! I just want to say again that for this story line in particular, I followed my heart writing wise, and I know with this chapter some hearts will be broken. This was always planned to happen and in a way, it almost needed to. My sincerest apologies for everybody that unfollows the story after reading the chapter, but it's far from over, so you don't know what will change unless you keep reading ;) Also, I screwed up the titles, this chapter is "The Tears You Cry For Me At Night", which is a mash up of "Lucky" and "Cry For Me", the latter being from the fabulous Jersey Boys, GO SEE THE MOVIE IT'S AWESOME!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE, LUCKY, OR CARELESS WHISPER. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT AND AMC (TELEVISION SERIES), ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE (COMIC BOOK SERIES), BRITNEY SPEARS AND WHAM! RESPECTIVELY. I ONLY OWN MY OWN ORIGINAL IDEAS AND CHARACTERS.
WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT!
Chapter Fifty Six: The Tears You Cry For Me At Night
While Michonne was proud of Carl, she knew that he was hurting, and she didn't blame him. This would effect everybody in all groups in a tremendous way, especially if Delilah did choose Billy over Rick in the end.
7:45 PM
After a long, exhausting day raiding over thirty different hardware stories with Eugene and then learning how to make bullets and gun silencers, Delilah had never once left Billy's mind. The look on her face, just being that close to her after so long, almost tasting her sweet lips once again, every single thing that she had said, but perhaps he had gone too far? Billy had poured his heart out, allowing his attraction to override his judgement when he tried to kiss her, but that's not how it should have been. He shouldn't have tried to pressure her, that was wrong and they were both aware, even though they had almost given in. She must have been as upset, because Tara said she hadn't seen Delilah all day. It made Billy think back on how she would lock herself in her room and blast her music to tune out the world and just cry away into the night. Delilah's words kept ringing in his head, "You're not alone with how you feel". That had to have meant that she was feeling something too, didn't it? He needed to find out, but more importantly, a major apology had to be made. Following a shower and putting the twins to bed after feeding and changing them, Billy headed over to Delilah's room to make things right.

"She's so lucky, she's a star

But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking

If there's nothing missing in my life

Then why do these tears come at night"
Delilah had been sobbing into her pillow on and off for what felt like an eternity but was only hours. "Lucky" by Britney Spears had personified her life at one point. Delilah had had it all: A rising career, stunning beauty, brains and talent, a wonderful mother, great friends, an incredible man in her life, love and admiration from so many around her, but when the moon switched roles with the sun was when everything came crumbling down. There were girls around the world who would have killed to be in her shoes, yet she wasn't one hundred percent happy. Unlike the song, Delilah knew what was missing: The love of her sister and the love of her father, both too deranged and selfish to care about her, and their love was something that could never be substituted by anybody else. Not her mother or Jennifer or Billy or even Rick.
Rick's smiling face flashed into her mind, making her cry even harder not knowing if or when she'd ever see him smile again, she had really done a number on him. In a way, they had done one on each other, except Delilah was more willing to forgive him than he was of her. She wanted to feel like she was sparing him, but she had ended up hurting Rick and Carl, inadvertently, all because of her conflicted heart for being in love with two men at the same time. "Never Had a Dream Come True" by S Club 7 started playing, which made her thoughts speed up, even more so when the next song was "Incomplete" by Backstreet Boys. Every time she thought about Rick, a side by side image of Billy would appear right next to him in her mind, along with similar experiences that she had had with both of them. The first time she saw them, their first kiss, the first time they had sex, the first "I love you". While Delilah had been the one pursuing Rick with most of these, it had been Billy that had been pursuing her.
Delilah couldn't help but feel that she had pushed him away, she had been warned by so many around her that she would lose him if she didn't change. Whatever bad behavior Rick had seen, it had been worse with Billy. Her endless ranting and raving that would evolve into screaming and throwing things until she wore herself out. Delilah remembered one time it had gotten particularly bad. She had long forgotten what the argument had been about, but she remembered getting in her car to leave, the two of them having a screaming match in the Fresh n' Easy parking lot. Billy had grabbed onto the door to try to stop and calm her down, but Delilah hadn't been looking where his hand was and roughly yanked the door handle- slamming his thumb inside the door. Billy's thumb was sliced open and required three stitches and a splint because it had been fractured. He couldn't play basketball for two months, luckily it had been during an off season. While he had forgiven her, she had never forgiven herself. For as many good memories there were as many bad ones, too. He was her first love, and at one point, her soulmate, he couldn't be completely erased. Love was not only scary, but it was also painful, for all three of them.
As of this point, Delilah had no idea who she was going to end up with or even when she would tell Billy about her feelings. Why did this have to be so difficult? Why did Billy have to come strolling back into her life? Why couldn't she have been more confident and assertive in her relationship with Rick like she was a week ago? The confusion and agony had become incredibly suffocating and her world felt like it had been swallowed into a dark abyss.
There was a soft knock on the door. Delilah wiped her tears and went to the door, still in the wedding gown, having been too emotional to care about taking it off and noticing that the kimono sash had gotten untied somehow. There had been knocks on her door all day, voices of concern on the other end from Madison, Glenn, Maggie, Javier, Tara, Rosita, Avery, Abraham, Michonne, and Sasha. She had told them all she needed to be alone, but turned the volume up even louder on the BOSE when she heard Christine's voice asking if she was ok. The last person she wanted to deal with was that bitch, but now Delilah decided it was time to face what awaited her, whether it be comfort or derision, being fully prepared for both. She opened it to see Billy on the other side, dressed in all black except for a white T shirt underneath his open button up shirt and his electric blue Fender Stratocaster strapped across his chest. He was the last person she was expecting, even though he was the first one on her mind.
"Oh, Billy... hi."
His mouth flew open at how incredible she looked in the dress, he literally felt his breathing hitch in his throat. "Whoa.. Wow. Delilah, you look spectacular." He didn't want to seem like a creep, but it would be impossible not to notice her in the dress, for it looked like it has been tailor made on her body. Billy noticed Delilah's eyes, how red and puffy they were. "Are you ok?"
She nodded, looking at the carpeting. "Yeah, I'm fine. What's up, anything I can help you with?" Although she wanted to open up about still having romantic feelings, Delilah felt herself being rather reserved at the current moment.
Billy knew she had been crying, and it broke his heart that he had caused her even more pain. "I was already on my way to see you, and then I heard "Lucky" through the ceiling and I got worried. I know it's one of your sad songs." He had genuine concern in his eyes, which made Delilah feel even more sure about still loving him and more guilty about how all this came about. She could no longer hold back and had to come clean.
"Here, come inside." Delilah tugged Billy by the forearm into her room and shut the door, not even bothering to check for anybody in the hallway watching, before looking up at him again, quickly dropping her hand. "What's going on? Did you need something? What's with the guitar?"
"Huh? Oh." Billy was so spellbound that he forgot that he was wearing his guitar. "I'll save it for later." He took the guitar off and set it down the door. "Right now, I need to say I'm sorry."
If she wasn't so upset, she would have rolled her eyes. "You already said you're sorry."
He shook his head. "No, not about that. I mean, I'm sorry about that also, but it's not why I'm here now. I'm sorry about everything earlier, trying to get you to kiss me. I need to be more respectful of your new relationship, but I know how I feel, I'm not going to apologize for my feelings. Delilah, what's wrong? Don't lie to me, I can tell when you've been crying."
"I told you I'm fine. Excuse me, I have to take my dress off, I can't wrinkle it." She turned to walk back to the closet.
"Wait." He gently wrapped his hand around her wrist, making her turn around to face him. "Can I just look at you for another minute? In the dress? Please?"
Delilah shrugged. "I suppose so." She fully took off her kimono and threw it on the bed.
Billy looked at her closer, mesmerized. "Wow. Is this from-"
She nodded. "Yes, I wanted to surprise you."
"And you're wearing the ring." He let out a small smile of hope as she nodded again, looking down on the ring.
"Mmhmm. Just reminiscing, I can't believe I actually have it back. Thank you again, Billy."
"Of course, Delilah. Like I said, I promised I'd get it back for you." Billy looked confused as he heard the opening chords of "Careless Whisper" by WHAM! and shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I haven't heard this song in ages."
"Uh, yeah. Well, I finally decided to stop using CDS and just use my Bose and iPhone. I forgot about all the playlists I made."
"You always made the best ones, I still have all your mix CDS." Delilah thought back on all the tapes she had made, and how he definitely would have appreciated the one she made before the apocalypse, but that was Rick's now and it would always be.
Billy couldn't take his eyes off of her, he was completely blown away. "You look like an angel, a goddess, even. Rick really is a lucky man. The luckiest man in the world, actually."
His kind remark about Rick made Delilah feel even worse as she hung her head down low."He was, but maybe he'll still be one day." She had said it so softly Billy almost didn't hear, and he looked at her, once again puzzled.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" It sounded like she said they broke up. Did they? Billy didn't want to be presumptuous and dig himself into a deeper hole, but why else would she be so sad?
Delilah couldn't face him to answer the question, and suddenly found her arms wrapped around his waist. Although hesitant, he quickly returned the hug, knowing that it wasn't an accident like last time and fully embraced her, one arm around her shoulders and the other around her middle back, feeling like they had almost fused together. After all this time, she still smelled the same. He'd recognize her Victoria's Secret Love Spell perfume anywhere, the white jasmine, cherry blossom, and peach combination, along with the scent of her coconut body lotion, made a lavishly lush yet intoxicating aroma. It felt comforting to be that close to Delilah again, but she was clearly upset over something and it troubled him not knowing what it was. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Please tell me, I want to help you out."
Delilah raised an eyebrow. "You do?"
Billy nodded and began stroking her hair. "Of course I do. Even though you hate my guts, I'll still help you out. Always. Plus, I have a lot of lost time to make up for. so you have my at your beck and call, my dear. I'm making myself your bitch at this point."
They both let out an awkward chuckle. He was being so gentle, it was quite a change from how rightfully angry Rick was, but Delilah felt like she didn't deserve Billy's kindness or anybody's for that matter. Her arms moved up his back and she buried her face in his chest, immediately recognizing his Dolce and Gabanna Light Blue cologne, the one that he had started wearing because of her when Delilah bought him a bottle as a spontaneous gift. Ironically enough, he would end up in an ad for said cologne a few years later. The blended scent of mandarin, bergamot, grapefruit, juniper, rosewood, rosemary, musk, wood, oakmoss, and incense made her breath hitch in her throat. Being in his arms brought back so many memories. Happy hugs, passionate embraces, endless cuddles, both romantic and consoling. If only Christine didn't ruin what they had, things could have stayed like this forever. Perhaps a second chance could be still be possible.
"Billy?"
"Yes, darlin'?"
For such a profound person, Delilah had no idea where to start or what to say first, so she took a deep breath and went with the one question that had been on her mind the entire day. "Did you mean what you said earlier, about fate and starting over?" Delilah's head was a whirlwind of thoughts, but she wanted to know if Billy was being genuine and what his motives were by telling her that.
"Pain is all you'll find"
"I meant every word. I know that thinking I'd ever see you again may have seemed like a pipedream, but I never stopped hoping for it. Hoping that you really were alive and that I'd find you again some day, and maybe you'd take me back. It's why I kept looking for you." His eyes had watered as he hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head. This all still felt like a dream, but maybe things would finally return back to good.
Delilah stepped out of his embrace and looked down, feeling almost embarrassed to look at him. Embarrassed and a little bit guilty as well. "Rick and I broke up for the time being, I need to figure some things out."
"Figure what out?" He froze, already knowing what she was going to say, but needed to hear it from her to know it was true.
"Billy, I'm still in love with you."
"I should have known better, yeah"
She finally looked into his eyes to see a mixture of shock, relief, and love. There were no words needed, the feelings were mutual, and the gaze their eyes held said it all. Just as the last drum and guitar beat lead into the famous saxophone riff, they simultaneously moved forward. Delilah put her hands on his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes, Billy tilted her chin up and lowered his head as their eyes closed and their lips met halfway with a sweet affection that quickly turned into an intense fervor that seemed so familiar but was now intensified. When their lips crashed against each other's, both of them could see and almost hear the fireworks that exploded behind their eyes, it felt like the world had been turned upside down by a powerful hurricane. Billy pulled Delilah as close to him as he could, putting his hands on her face to deepen the kisses while Delilah tangled her fingers in the back of Billy's hair, pulling him in closer to her, both of them had light tears streaming down their faces, the intimate reunion they had dreamed of was actually happening.
"Delilah, I'm so sorry about everything." Billy said in between strong kisses and silent tears. "I never stopped loving you and I probably never will. You're my one true love."
Hearing this only made her own tears increase. "I'm sorry I pushed you away with all my problems and that I couldn't help with yours. I know this was all my fault because I was so unbearable." It didn't excuse what he did, but it had likely been a catalyst. Their hands were all over each other, on their faces, in their hair, running up and down their backs and arms. Billy kissed her cheeks and all over her face.
"Don't you dare apologize, you did nothing wrong. You're a perfect creature, angel. It's all my fault, I was weak. I'm to blame for everything. I didn't try hard enough to stop her. She'll never get between us again. If she does or even tries, I'll kill her."
Delilah pulled her mouth off of his, stunned over how serious his expression was, knowing Billy meant what he said. Except she refused to let the mention of her sister ruin anything else. Delilah and Billy eyed each other up and down before she lunged, their mouths landing back on each other's again, both of them releasing heated groans. Sorry wasn't enough, it would never be enough. Right now, she didn't want him to speak, his actions sufficed for the moment. She separated from the kiss and stepped back. "Wait, I have to get out of this dress."
"May I?"
She nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. Billy leaned forward, putting his hand on her shoulder, and began to kiss her neck. He trailed light kisses as he gently slipped the strap of her dress down, the opposite one concurrently following, while his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her in to him. His kisses turned into little nips at the spot where her neck and shoulder connected, exciting Delilah as she took the straps off her arms and he helped her push the dress down until it was a satin puddle at her feet. He stepped back and reached his hand out to her, which she took while cautiously stepping out of the dress. Billy looked at her standing there in a white satin merry widow, a pair of white and baby blue pinstriped satin cheekies outlined with white frilly lace, a white lace up garter belt attached to blue thigh high stockings. she had really gone all out for playing dress up. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her in the flesh and not in a dream. Being as organized as ever, Delilah picked up the dress and veil and walked over to the closet, where the hanger bag was. She meant what she said earlier, she could not have that dress wrinkled, it wouldn't be fair to Maggie. Billy watched her saunter over and put her dress away, hypnotized with love and lust. Her stocking clad legs looked fantastic as they went all the way up to her exquisitely toned derrière, the contours of her back anxiously beckoned for his light caress. He kicked his shoes and socks off before making his way over to her. Delilah had just zipped the dress bag up when she felt Billy's arms, one wrapping around her waist and the other wrapping around her breasts, pulling her in until being up against his chest. She held on to his arm wrapped around her chest, nuzzling her head into his touch.
"You're so breathtaking, inside and out. I should have married you when I had the chance, Chickpea. Taken you back to Vegas or the court house, but I know you had your heart set on a big wedding and I never wanted to deprive you of anything, even though I unwittingly did, with both of our dreams. I know if I had done that, just eloped with you, we wouldn't have been in this mess." The guilt in his voice was so apparent, hurting both their hearts even more. He felt her nod against his arm.
"I know, Babeadee. I know. I've thought about it many, many times." Delilah turned around and put a finger to his lips, looking up at him with soulful eyes. "Billy, let's not talk right now." He nodded, agreeing with her, both of them worrying that the passion in this moment would diminish if they kept focusing on the past.
She pushed Billy's button up shirt down, tossing it away as she slowly sliding his T shirt up, their eyes never leaving each other as he lifted his arms and finished taking the shirt off, revealing his rock hard abs and colorful tattoo sleeve, with the new Phoenix/Tiger Lily combo making her smile a little. Delilah ran her hands up his arms, which flexed upon her touch and sent tingles through her fingers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, kissing him sweetly. He parted her lips with his tongue as he inserted it inside her mouth, their tongues slowly dancing with one another with their chests pressed together. Delilah moaned in Billy's mouth and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck as he put his hands on the small of her back, pushing her in to him. His hands glided down to her butt, giving it a brief yet affectionate squeeze, which made them both laugh in their kiss like old times, before sliding to the back of her thighs, picking Delilah up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Billy held her tightly until they fell back on the bed together. This all felt so nostalgic, every single move and touch, but it didn't make it feel anything less than extraordinary.
"God, Delilah, I missed you so much. I dreamt about you every night." Billy couldn't keep his hands or lips off of her, running them both up and down her body with pauses to kiss her lips again, worried that at any moment she'd disappear or he'd wake up to find it was just another dream, yet also famished for her titillating senses. Delilah was his life support, his will to live, and he refused to lose her a second time around.
Regardless of all the excitement and requited passion, Delilah began to wonder if they should continue. She put her hands on his shoulders as Billy kissed behind her ear and under her jawline, rolling her stockings down and throwing them to the ground.
"Billy, no. We can't."
"Why? What's the matter?" He asked as he made a necklace of kisses across her clavicle and caressed her breasts, making her sigh as her nipples were hardening in between his fingers through the merry widow fabric, especially as she felt his denim clad erection pressed up against her.
"Rick, my sister, the twins..."
"What about them?" They locked gazes as he got in the push up position above her. "This is about us right now. Nobody else but you and me, baby doll." Billy gave Delilah a sensual kiss. "Please, Delilah. I want to make love to you, the way you deserve to be made love to. Sweet, tender, passionate. I'm off the pills, I'm not drunk or high, I can think and feel clearly for the first time in ages. I know I probably haven't shown it that much in the past, but I want to now." He looked down at her with pleading eyes, securing his hand on the side of her face. "At the same time, if you don't feel like you're ready for this, I understand and can wait. Is that what you really want, Tiger Lily? We can put our clothes back on and just talk things out, whatever you want to do, no pressure." Billy's thumb caressed the outline of her cheek.
Delilah hesitated. While she appreciated the amount of respect he was exhibiting, she was unsure of what to think. Should she really be sleeping with her former fiancé after just breaking up with her boyfriend hours before? "I want this, Billy." The words flew out of her mouth before her mind had fully processed them, but it was how she felt. "The twins and Christine and Rick, we'll figure it out later. Right now, I just want you. For some unknown yet possibly insane reason, us being together is the only thing that makes sense in this moment. " She leaned up and pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down until he was completely on top of her. Delilah was anxious to figure everything out, but she was also eager to put the temptations and fantasies to rest that had played out in her mind for the past week, allowing herself to let go as they zealously kissed and the beautiful melody of "White Flag" by Dido blasted from the BOSE.
Billy shoved the straps down on the merry widow, desperately trying to take it off and not knowing how since there weren't any hooks on the back. He stopped kissing her and felt all over. "How do you take this damn thing off? Did you tape it on or something?"
They both laughed at his inquiries. "No, silly goose, it's goes over my head." Billy gently pushed the top over Delilah's head, tossing it with their pile of clothes strewn on the floor, and marveled at her lovely bare breasts. He pressed them together as he kissed from her underside to her nipples, where he began to lightly lick and tug at them with his lips, making Delilah moan. The more her moans intensified, the harder his tongue flicked against her tightened buds, gently sinking his teeth into them, which always drove her wild, eliciting a surprised gasp from her mouth. Out of habit, Delilah reached for the belt on his pants, but he stopped her and shook his head, making her confused.
"Delilah, no. This is about your satisfaction, I want to pleasure you. You don't have to do anything for me, let me do this for you." As much as he wanted to unleash and just ravage her or to have his colossal cock down her pretty little throat, Billy also enjoyed taking it slow. It was the first time they were being intimate together again in almost two years, if he let loose now it would be over before it even got started. She nodded, giving herself to him completely. Billy crawled lower and kissed her wet folds through her panties as he un-did the garter belt. Delilah found it rather erotic despite trying everything not to laugh. He kissed his way from the inside of one thigh until going to the next one, where he secured the lacy and silk garment in between his teeth and slid her panties down her long legs before spreading them ever so slightly. His kisses moved from her hip bones to straight down her pelvis, rubbing small circles on the inside of her thighs as he placed a single kiss on her clit before softly blowing on her delicate flower.
Billy placed two fingers on either side of her clitoris, sweeping his tongue back and forth, over and under the clitoral hood. She tasted better than he remembered, like lavender vanilla, all of her was so clean and fresh. Billy's tongue began licking long strokes in horizontal lines around her lips before sliding into her opening as deep as it could go, as he ran his hands up and down her stomach, Delilah mewled above him. Billy curled his tongue inside, causing her to loudly gasp and her upper body to slightly shoot up. "Oh, my gosh! Where did you learn to do that?!" He gently pushed her down against the pillows while he began drawing out the alphabet with his tongue and inserted two fingers inside, her tightness from just his fingers made him even harder at the thought of how tight she would be when he was inside her. Delilah was completely raptured by his mouth on her, moaning uncontrollably. She was thankful for the music being loud enough to drown out the sounds of sex. With the flat of his thumb, he applied firm pressure to her perineum and applied direct stimulation on her clit, which had her arousal levels skyrocketing into the heavens and crying out in pleasure, her orgasm dominated her so fiercely that she had actually put a death grip on his head with her legs and had fistfuls of his hair in her hands. Billy was even surprised at how aggressive she had become, but he had read in a back issue of Cosmopolitan that the Kivin Method would cause a woman to go weak in the knees and have a mind blowing climax. He latched his hands on her hips to steady her while suckling her dry as she shook and trembled in an almost violent manner.
When Delilah opened her eyes upon climbing down from the erotic peak some time later and saw where her hands and legs were, she gasped and immediately retracted them, turning away from Billy, feeling slightly disconcerted. How could she even partake in such an intimate act when her heart was so conflicted, and why had it been so incredibly arousing? Maybe she was turning into her sister after all... "Billy, I can't do this. I'm in love with both of you. I love you and I love Rick, I-"
Delilah's words came to an halt when she felt Billy's arms wrap around while his lips moved closer to her ear. "It's ok, honey, don't be ashamed. I know you're feeling confused and that your mind is clouded, but you need to allow yourself to relax. You deserve and need it, and I want to be the one to help put your troubles at ease. Please, give yourself to me, Delilah. I'm not asking you to make a decision right now, you shouldn't be forced to decide on the spot, anyway. Let's take the night for us and wake up to the real world when the sun rises." His words were so poetic and affectionate, and he was right. She had spent the whole day crying over her two loves, one cutting into her soul while the other was trying heal the scars, why not further let go? Delilah nodded, pulling his head in for a kiss as his hands caressed her body before turning her around and laying back on the bed, Delilah's hands taking his belt off in a hurry and shoving his jeans down with her feet. All the feelings and memories had formed a cluster of emotions within her, one of them being intoxicated ardor that encouraged her to take the next step.
"Wait, wait. I'm not on BC anymore. Hold on, let me get a-"
He shook his head. "No, I've got this." Billy leaned over on his knees, grabbing his jeans and rifling around until pulling a Trojan out of the pocket, Delilah gave him a strange look as he held it up.
"Where did you get that? Did you know this was going to happen?" She started to feel a little uneasy, thinking that perhaps he was tricking her or something.
He shook his head. "Not at all, I had no idea. This is completely unexpected. You know I always keep condoms on me, especially now. All you need is a water bottle, pour it in, tie it up, and throw it at a walker. Gives you time to run away or shoot them in the head." Billy slightly blushed, feeling a bit foolish. Dellah's worried look faded into a smirk and she started laughing.
"Oh, jeez. You're still as big of a dork as ever!"
"Some things never change." He let out a laughing smile while she secretly exhaled in relief, the eagerness for intimacy fully returning and their gazes turning serious once again, knowing damn well what was about to transpire. Delilah sat up on her knees, grabbing the waistband of his black boxer briefs and rolling them down, his anxious and hard phallus springing forward, both of them now completely naked. Delilah delicately stroked his length, when he tried to stop her from putting it in her mouth. "Delilah-"
"I want to, Billy." She looked up at him, her eyes confirming her desire as she sat up and put her hands on Billy's shoulders, kissing him as she laid him on his back and straddled him, lying on top of his chest. He bucked his hips into her from the contact of their nipples brushing across one another's and their pelvises perfectly aligned. They never took their eyes off of each other as she snaked her body lower, stopping ever so often to lick and nibble on his chest before finally arriving at his throbbing erection. Delilah started at his groin, gliding the bottom of her tongue downwards until getting to the head, which she briefly wrapped her lips around, making Billy shudder from the feel of her hot breath. Her lips parted from his tip with a barely audible pop before Delilah placed him inside her mouth.
Billy threw his head back, groaning. "Suck me, baby." She started tonguing his meatus and sucking on it, the room filling with the smacking of her lips on his shaft, sucking up and down. "You give the best blow jobs, you're just amazing." Billy felt his climax bubbling from within, and he became worried, he didn't want this to end, but it had to. "Wait, Delilah. Babe, stop." She looked up at him with concern as he stroked her hair. "I don't want to explode and finish so early. Come up here for a second."
Still a bit puzzled, Delilah obliged and crawled to his open arms, which immediately wrapped around and pulled her into his chest as they laid on the bed, kissing softly. Delilah opened her eyes as "Dreams Come True" by Nylon Beat finished and familiar electronic cords played.
"Billy, it's our song." They looked at each other and smiled, remembering the first night they had had sex, on her eighteenth birthday. Billy had thrown her a surprise prom themed birthday party at the Malibu estate, since Delilah didn't go to her high school prom. All of her friends and family were there as well as Billy's family, a light up dance floor had been installed, the entire place was draped in pastels and had presents sky high, it was incredible. Once the party had ended at around 3 in the morning, Billy had taken Delilah upstairs to his room, where they slowly undressed each other and got in his bed. She had been nervous, almost terrified, but he had been able to relax her with soothing words and loving touches before slowly entering, holding her in his arms gently as he completed the transformation from a girl to a woman, "Tonight and the Rest of My Life" by Nina Gordon playing all the while.
They both knew it was some kind of cosmic sign to move forward, and Delilah looked up at Billy with the same lovely innocence as when he deflowered her. He leaned down and kissed her while quickly unwrapping the condom, rolling it on his hardened mast while lining himself up with her opening.
"Delilah, I love you." Billy said before plunging into her, quivering as he entered, for she felt even tighter than ever before and the rush of finally having sex after almost two years was almost enough for him to explode, except Billy was determined not to do that.
Delilah let out a loud gasp and bit her lip. "Mmm, Billy..." He was bigger and thicker than she remembered. Billy kissed her neck, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her body closer to his, continuing to kiss and thrust, his rod becoming a revolving door inside her, entering and exiting. Delilah sighed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he plunged deeper inside her. "I love you, too." She grabbed his face and kissed him with mad lust, heated tongues criss crossing all over, making way for heavy moans. This all made her think of a lyric in a song she once heard, about how what was right seemed wrong and what was wrong seemed right. In this moment, she didn't know if this was right or this was wrong...

Rick stared off into space, laying down on his bed, he had been there for quite a while. Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, Abraham, Madison, Matt, Ivan, Beth, even Tyreese, Bob, and Carol had all stopped by, trying to get him to talk, but what was there to say? "My girl is in love with her bastard ex, but don't worry, because she still loves me, too." Had his life really been turned into an overused television show plot line in less than twenty four hours, and was it something he could handle? Could he really wait for Delilah to make a decision, and more importantly, did he even stand a chance against Billy? While she had upset him, he had been out of line with some of the things he had said to her, but did she deserve an apology? A knock at his door interrupted him from his thoughts, and he decided it was time to face whoever it was. When he opened it, Rick was surprised to find the last person he would ever expect on the other side.
"Hi, Rick. How are you?" Christine was wearing a loose bright orange colored tunic top with a black bandeau bra top underneath and an open grey sweatshirt over the tunic, brown sweatpants, and black flip flops. She looked like she had gotten dressed in the dark, but there was something different about her. Since starting on the medications, Christine had really been making an effort to be an all around better person.
"May I help you?"
The older Daltrey sister straightened herself up, knowing this wasn't going to be easy. "Actually, I'm the one that wants to help you out. I heard that Elle and Billy got back together."
"To the best of my knowledge, they aren't, but it's nice to find out how quickly wild fire gossip spreads around here." Rick wasn't too surprised, but he hoped that Delilah would have better judgement in immediately starting up with Billy again, and considering how emotional she was, he fully trusted that she hadn't made a decision in eight and a half hours.
She shrugged. "I don't know, it's just what I've heard. Everybody's talking about it. How are you though, are you ok? You look like you could use a friend."
"We aren't friends, this break up is partially your fault in the first place." Rick hadn't meant to sound so bitter, but it was the truth. Even though he and Delilah wouldn't have met if she hadn't been abandoned, Christine's erratic and selfish behavior was the catalyst leading to the unleashing of Delilah's derangement.
Christine nodded. "I deserve that, I deserve a lot of things, even worse than what you said. Alright then, how about a nice bottle of chardonnay?" She held up the bottle of wine with plastic 2 Go travel wine glasses and smiled briefly.
"No, thanks. I'm not much of a drinker."
"Wow, I'm surprised, and here I thought this damn apocalypse made everybody jump off the wagon and hit the sauce." Christine felt better that she got a small chuckle out of Rick. "It's only one bottle, and look, it's sealed, so you know that there won't be any funny business going on. I'm just trying to help, scout's honor." She held up two fingers pressed together. "Please? I promise I'll leave if you want me to, but I'm a really good listener and I genuinely want to help. It's not healthy to keep it all in, you know."
Rick looked at her and felt almost bad, for he could see that she was actually trying to change. Regardless, while he didn't entirely trust her, perhaps confiding in the most unlikely person would be a needed change of pace. With a heavy sigh, he stepped aside. "Alright, fine." Rick closed the door once Christine stepped inside.
OH MY GGGGOOOOOODDDDD! WHAT IS RICK THINKING?! WHAT ABOUT DELILAH?! SO MUCH HAPPENED AND WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?!
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