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While It Lasts

six

"So how was it? Well, I mean... I don't mean it. No wait. Yes I do! How was it?"

Ace laughed as she closed her fridge door and wandered back into the living room with three beers. One for her, one for Mandy and one for Olivia.

She shrugged as she set the drinks down on the coffee table.

"What is this? High school?" she asked, still grinning as she collapsed onto the couch next to her friends. "I told you, it was good. What else d'you want me to say?"

Olivia rolled her eyes as she leaned forwards and stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray.

"Good tells us nothing." she said, her big sister nodding vehemently in agreement. "Give us details!"

Ace shot her friends a confused look.

"God, I don't know!" she cried. "Ask me questions, at least then I'll know exactly what you wanna hear."

Mandy chuckled as she sipped her beer.

"He do foreplay?"

Ace gave a bark of laughter and nodded, both girls' eyes widening in surprise.

"Really? He doesn't seem the type." Olivia stated.

Ace smiled. She liked Mandy's kid sister, although 'kid' wasn't exactly the word. She was twenty-two, four years younger than Ace and eight years beneath her sister. She was tall, with honey blonde hair that hung to her elbows and bright blue eyes that seemed to run in the family. She was young, but fun to be around.

"He go down?" Mandy shot another question at Ace.

"Oh yeah." Ace confirmed, the two girls on the couch beside her squealing with excited laughter.

"He hung?" Olivia asked, her eyes narrowing and a smile twisting her darkly painted lips.

Ace laughed as she grabbed her cigarettes off the coffee table, slowly drawing one out and placing it between her lips as she grabbed the lighter out of her bra. The girls were practically foaming at the mouths waiting for the answer, so Ace took her time, enjoying making them wait.

Finally, her cigarette lit, she slowly exhaled the smoke as she answered.

"Like a stallion."

The two sisters disolved into giggles once more and Ace simply smiled.

"Uh... what'd I just walk in on?"

The three girls glanced around to find Ace's older brother's head poking through the living room door. Ace merely chuckled as she took another sip of her beer. Mitch could play shocked all he wanted. He'd heard much worse from her, and he knew it.

"Get outta here, Mitch!" Mandy exclaimed, flicking the cap of her bottle at him, the piece of jagged metal bouncing off his cheek. "This here's girl talk."

Mitch laughed, rubbing the small red mark the bottle cap had made on his face.

"Alright, alright!" he cried with a smirk. "I'm goin'. Jeez!"

With that, he withdrew his head and the girls could hear him tromping off up the hallway to his bedroom. There was silence among them for a moment as they all sipped their beers thoughtfully, Ace hoping they could get off the subject of Daryl. Back in the city, she had always shared detail of her escapades with her friends, but here, in this tiny southern town, it just felt wrong.

"You goin' to the Fall Festival next weekend?" Olivia asked finally, her question directed at her sister.

Mandy snorted.

"When do I ever miss it?" she asked rhetorically before inclining her head towards Ace. "How 'bout you?"

Ace cocked an eyebrow.

"What the hell is a Fall Festival?" she wondered aloud.

"Happens every year at the start of Fall." Olivia explained. "They close off the main street, everyone brings out their stalls, there's rides for the kids. Live music and dancing at the end of the night. And fireworks. It's good fun, you should come along."

Ace nodded thoughtfully, considering it. She'd been working on bikes for a living since she was eighteen years old. She loved it, but it was a time consuming job. Even in the city, it wasn't often she got the chance to get out of the Daisy Duke cut-offs and oil stained tank tops, do her hair up pretty, slap on some make up and be a woman.

"Sounds like a trip." she told her friends finally. "I'll be there."

Mandy smiled as she drained her beer before opening her mouth to say something. She was cut off, however, by the sound of a car pulling up out front. The read head glanced out the window and then back at her raven-haired friend.

"You expectin' someone?" she asked.

Ace frowned for a moment before something clicked in her brain and she remembered.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, setting her beer down and jumping to her feet. "And I'm sorry, but y'all gotta clear out. Like five minutes ago."

Olivia stared up at her in confusion, but Mandy's face split into a knowing grin.

"It's Daryl, ain't it?"

"Yup. And if y'all don't get your asses outta here, ain't no way I'll be gettin' laid tonight." Ace replied unashamedly as she ushered them out of their seats and over to the front door.

"Jeez, alright already!" Olivia said, sounding flustered as her blonde hair whipped around her face in the rush.

"Damn, you just had him last night!" Mandy cried, wincing as her younger sister stood on her foot. "He that good that you can't wait a few days?"

Ace merely grinned as she opened the front door, only to come face to face with a surprised Daryl, who had clearly just raised his fist to knock.

"Hey!" she said, a bright smile crossing her face. She was genuinely happy to see him. Contrary to her friend's thoughts and her words minutes ago in the living room, she honestly couldn't care less if she and Daryl had sex tonight. Sure, it'd be great, but she was also happy just hanging out as friendswithout the benefits.

"Uh... Hey." Daryl replied, unsure of himself around the Peters sisters. "Mandy, Liv."

The girls returned his nod.

"Hey Daryl." Mandy said, shooting him a smile. "C'mon in, we were just havin' a few drinks."

"Actually, they were just leavin'." Ace spoke through gritted teeth, shooting her friend a pointed glare.

Mandy sighed.

"Well, you suck." she told Ace, the ghost of a smirk gracing her lips. "Guess we'll see you at the bar tomorrow. And you make sure your brother gets his ass down there tonight!"

Ace nodded as Mandy and her sister stepped through the front door onto the porch, pushing past Daryl as they went. She stood at the door long enough to wave them off before returning her brown eyed gaze to the man on her doorstep.

"You gonna come in or what?" she asked, a small smile fixed on her face.

Daryl returned it and nodded, stepping over the threshold into her house and taking a look around.

"Nice place." he commented, taking it all in.

Ace snorted.

"Yeah, if by 'nice place' you mean 'total dump'." she replied. "Which reminds me, if you ain't busy one afternoon this week, think you could help me get up into the roof above the bathroom and find some racoons? Tried to get 'em earlier, but I hit my head again and it hurt too bad for me to stay up there."

Daryl nodded.

"Yeah, no problem." he assured her. "How is your head, anyway?"

She felt his blue eyes flicker up to the forming scar on her forehead.

"Better now. I'm dosed up with Ibuprofen." she remarked with a shrug. "I'll take the stitches out later in the week."

He nodded again, taking a seat in one of the tattered, overstuffed recliners as she collapsed onto the three seater, her boots up on the armrest.

"So, uh... We alone?" he asked her tentatively.

She glanced over at him.

"Mitch is in his room, but I expect he'll be off to the bar soon enough." she told him. "Mandy's invitation, y'know..."

Daryl chuckled knowingly and nodded.

"Why d'you ask?" Ace continued.

He shrugged, suddenly feeling self-conscious again.

"I, uh... I got a case of beer and a couple bottles of Jack out in the truck if... y'know, if you're interested."

Ace fought back a smile as she watched his cheeks go red. Some girls might read his reluctance while sober as a bad sign, but Ace had known enough guys like him, albeit back in high school. He just lacked the confidence. She hoped, if they kept their not-so-secret affair going long enough, she could change that. She was sure the girl who married him (if it ever happened) would thank her.

"I might be later." she told him, trying her best to keep the amusement out of her voice. No reason to make him feel even more insecure. "But how about we watch a movie or somethin' first? Go grab the beer and we'll have a few while we watch if you want."

He gave yet another nod and raised himself up out of his seat, leaving through the front door and hurrying down to his truck. He pulled open the passenger side door and grabbed the case of Heineken off the seat, hauling it up onto his shoulder as he made his way back into the house.

He had been hoping that bringing alcohol wouldn't be considered too forward. From what he could see, Ace was a pretty open-minded girl, but he never was any good at reading signals. For now, he was just glad to be hanging out with her. As good as she was in bed, she also made a good friend which, in itself, was odd for Daryl. He'd never had a lot of female friends in his life. He was just too damn awkward around them. But Ace, when she wasn't writhing underneath him, was almost like one of the guys. He hadn't realised it in the past, but he was coming to believe it was a quality he liked in a woman.

When he re-entered her house, case of beer in tow, she already had the DVD player set up and he could smell something coming from the kitchen. He slung the beer off his shoulder and placed it down on the coffee table before going to investigate.

Following his nose, he soon found the kitchen and rounded the corner just as the microwave beeped. He leaned against the door jamb, watching as Ace reached into it to grab whatever was inside, jumping back when she burned her hand.

"Ow! Motherfucker, that's hot!" she cried, sucking on the pad of her scalded thumb.

Daryl chuckled and she jumped again.

"Jesus, boy! What've I told you about sneakin' up on people?" she said, trying to be mad and failing miserably when a smile twisted her mouth.

"What you cookin'?" he asked, inclining his head towards the microwave as she grabbed a dish towel from the bench, wrapping her hand in it before making a second attempt at the food in the microwave.

"Popcorn." she explained. "Hid it at the back of the cupboard when Mitch moved in. Bastard loves popcorn. If he found it, I wouldn't get any."

As if on cue, they heard Mitch's voice float down the hallway.

"Do I smell popcorn?"

"Yeah, and it ain't for you!" Ace hollered back.

"Bitch!" came her big brother's voice again. "Whatever, go ahead and be selfish. I'm goin' to the bar!"

Daryl and Ace chuckled before heading back into the living room. Daryl settled himself on the recliner once more while Ace looked through her extensive DVD collection. She was distracted momentarily when her brother walked by behind her, slapping her on the ass as he went.

She looked up at him, mildly annoyed. He merely smirked and popped the collar of his worn leather jacket.

"Scared ya." he said smugly, one eyebrow raised.

Ace scoffed.

"Please. I could smell your damn cologne a mile away."

Mitch poked her tongue out at him and Daryl smiled to himself as he watched them banter playfully back and forth for a few more minutes. He liked seeing Ace interact with her brother. It was alien to him that they should get along so well. Daryl loved Merle like... Well, like a brother. But be damned if, at the end of the day, Merle didn't get on his last nerve. It was refreshing to meet two siblings who so obviously cared about one another.

After a while, Mitch finally left for the bar, bidding Daryl goodnight with a smile as he inclined his head. Daryl returned the gesture and turned back to Ace, who was examining her DVDs once more, bending over to the lower shelves now. Daryl took in the view and felt his pants tighten uncomfortably. He squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments, thinking about gutted deer and Merle's stink after the two of them had been out hunting for a few days. Anything to settle himself down.

"Any requests?" Ace asked finally.

Daryl's eyes snapped open, finally having calmed down enough to face her. He shrugged.

"Not really." he said non-commitally. "Whatever you feel like's okay."

She smiled and turned back to the shelves, grabbing a case down and crossing the room, popping the shiny disk into the DVD player. She then grabbed two beers out of the case on her coffee table, handed one to Daryl and sunk back down onto the couch, remote in hand. A comfortable silence remained between them as she pressed play.

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Four hours, two movies and three beers each later, Daryl was now tipsy enough to have crawled onto the three seater sofa with Ace. He sat with his back against the armrest, one leg bent over the edge with the toe of his boot brushing the carpet, the other splayed out along the couch. Ace sat between them, her back pressed to his stomach and her head resting lightly on his chest. His arms were wrapped around her shoulders, another beer hanging limply from one hand while the other softly caressed her arm. They were both fixated on the movie, though for entirely different reasons.

"What is this shit?" Daryl asked finally, a sneer crossing his face.

"Boondock Saints. It's one of my favourites." Ace replied simply before cocking her head sideways to meet his eyes. "Why?"

"It sucks!" Daryl told her, gesticulating wildly towards the televsion with the hand that clutched his beer as a close-up of one of the main actors took over the screen. "I mean, look at this guy. Looks like an asshole!"

Ace turned her head back towards the TV and snorted quietly.

"Really? I think he looks kinda like you." she remarked with a cheeky smirk he couldn't see.

Daryl scoffed and gave her shoulders a gentle shake.

"Shut up." he told her playfully. "This movie still sucks."

She glanced up at him again, her eyebrows raised.

"You got somethin' better to do?" she enquired incredulously.

"Yeah." he replied. "This."

And, without any further ceremony, he bent his head and pressed his lips firmly against hers. Ace gasped against his mouth, taken by surprise. She had known he was tipsy and well on his way to drunk, but him making the first move was unexpected. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to stop him. Instead, she shifted her body without breaking their kiss so that her chest was flush against his. His arms tightened around her shoulders as he pulled her in closer, the kiss deepening as he forced her lips apart with his tongue.

She gladly let him in and responded fiercly, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and nipping the sensitive flesh lightly, a swoosh of satisfaction running through her when she felt him shiver. She wanted to touch him, caress him the way she knew he liked, but his arms were still wrapped around her, effectively pinning hers to her sides. She began to struggle against him and, before too long, he caught on and relaxed his grip.

Her arms now free, she snaked one up behind his head, grabbing the back of his neck tightly and pulling him closer still. With the other, she inched his shirt up bit by bit, running her fingertips up and down the exposed skin of his stomach. It was scarred and imperfect, something she hadn't noticed last time, but she wasn't about to bring it up right at this moment. She broke their kiss, both of them gasping for air. Pulling herself up onto her knees between his legs, she quickly divested herself of her shirt, throwing it onto the coffee table and leaving herself in her simple white lace bra.

She heard his sharp intake of air as he lay beneath her, his eyes travelling over every exposed inch of her body. His hands found her hips and trailed lightly up and down her sides, sending shivers down her spine. Finally, he reached around behind her, pulling her down on him a little as he fumbled with the clasp on her bra. Getting frustrated after a few moments of being unable to remove the garment, he simply grabbed and pulled, smirking to himself when he heard the unmistakable tear of fabric.

If Ace had heard it, she didn't care. Her brown eyes were clouded with lust as she slipped the bra down her arms and discarded it to the side. She then gripped the hem of Daryl's shirt, and he raised his arms, arching his back off the couch slightly to help her pull it off. When she succeeded, he sat himself up all the way and pulled her body to his, her breasts level with his face. He cupped one of the perfect handfuls lightly, bringing it to his mouth. She gasped loudly when his skilled tongue found her nipple, throwing her head back as she allowed the feeling to take her over.

He took his time, lazily working his way from one rosy, peach coloured bud to the other, and then back again. By the time he detatched himself from her breasts and began kissing his way down her stomach, his hands gripping her hips tightly to hold her in place above him, she was a quivering mess, her breath coming out in uneven gasps.

"You like that?" he asked quietly, a smug grin on his face.

He watched as she nodded, the light from the television illuminating her face. The sun had long since gone down, and they hadn't bothered to turn on a light. It was fine by him. Somehow, his other senses felt heightened in the dark and every sound she made sounded ten times sexier, every touch made his skin burn.

"You want more?" he questioned her as his kisses reached the waistband of her shorts and he stopped, licking back up to her belly button.

"Yeah." she breathed, barely audible.

Grinning to himself once more, he removed his hands from her hips and deftly flicked the button on her shorts open with two fingers, easing the rugged cut-offs down her thighs without bothering to undo the zipper. The first thing he noticed was that she still hadn't put on underwear, which excited him. He ran a finger over her clit and she moaned loudly. With a chuckle, he placed one hand back on her hip to ensure she didn't fall. With the other, he parted her legs a little wider and slowly eased one finger inside of her.

He felt her muscles tense at the new contact and held still until she relaxed. He then began to move at a slow, almost torturous pace. Every couple of strokes, he would remove his finger completely and run it back up to her clit, revelling in the sound of her gasping and groaning as his did so. After a while, he picked up the pace and her breaths became short once more. He couldn't tell in the dark, but he guessed her cheeks were going redder and redder with every thrust of his hand, and the thought of it turned him on all the more.

He continued to move his finger into her, getting faster and going harder with each passing stroke. Before long, she glistened with sweat in the light of the television and she was bucking against his hand, his name slipping from her lips with each laboured breath. He knew she was on the edge now so, as much as it pained him to do so, he withdrew his finger. Before she had time to get mad, or say anything at all, for that matter, he lifted his hand and touched her lips with the same finger that had been inside her mere seconds beforehand, hoping he wasn't stepping over the line with this one.

He wasn't. With a sly chuckle, Ace opened her mouth, allowing him to slide his finger over her tongue. She sucked it clean and then gave him his hand back, smiling devilishly at him. Satisfied that she was okay with everything that had happened thus far, Daryl allowed the animal inside of him to take over again, grabbing her hips roughly and flipping them over so that she was on her back underneath him. He grabbed her shorts, which sat somewhere around her knees, and yanked them off altogether, tossing them to the side. He heard a thud and assumed she had kicked her boots off. His suspicions were confirmed when she wrapped her legs around his waist and he felt her feet brush his back.

Done with foreplay, he reached under her thighs to unzip himself. He pushed his jeans as far down his legs as he could, taking his throbbing erection in hand and lining himself up. The plan had been to ease himself in and take his time to get started, but she writhed under him and looked up.

"God, hurry up!" she demanded, her voice impatient.

He narrowed his blue eyes, her desperate tone stirring his desires even more.

"Say you want me." he told her in a low growl.

"I want you! Oh god, Daryl, I want you!"

All thoughts of slow and steady flew from his mind as he thrust forward, taking her at high speed. Her closed eyes flew open and her lips parted in a pleasurable scream, her legs tightening around his waist. He leaned forward over her, steadying himself with one hand on the back of the couch while he used the other to grab both her wrists and bring her arms up above her head. In the dim light, he could see her breasts bouncing with every thrust, and he bent his head to them once more, at the same time clasping her calloused hands, his equally rough fingers intertwining with hers.

He lifted his head from her nipple when he heard the telltale cursing start to fall from her lips, her head rolling from side to side.

"Tell me, baby." he growled at her, sweat dripping from his brow as he continued to go at her as hard, fast and deep as he could. "You know what I wanna hear."

She did.

"Oh god, Daryl!" she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut. "I'm coming!"

"Ohhhh!" he groaned, his eyelids fluttering as he felt her clench around him.

He could feel his own oncoming peak building inside him, but held it back long enough for her to ride out her orgasm. In the back of his lust-and-alcohol-riddled mind, he was aware that, once again, they had been caught unprotected and coming inside her was a chance he wasn't prepared to take again. So, as soon as he felt her muscles relax, he jerked his hips back and quickly grabbed himself in an attempt to control his release.

"Uhn... Uhh!" he groaned as he gave himself a few final strokes to help his orgasm along.

His seed shot in an arc, splattering mostly on Ace's belly, although some made it as far as her breasts. His eyes were still shut tight as he continued to stroke himself, making sure every last drop was spent. When he was sure it was, he collapsed back against the armrest, waiting for the post-euphoric haze to leave his brain and for his breathing to return to normal.

"You okay?" he heard Ace ask from the other end of the couch, her voice shaky.

Still unable to speak, he nodded, hoping she would see the movement with the dull light coming from the television. He felt the couch shift as she moved, crawling up to where he lay and settling herself between his legs, her chest against his as she planted a deep kiss on his mouth, which he returned. He could feel his own juices being pressed into his skin, but now wasn't the moment to jump up and clean himself off. He was still recuperating, and laying with Ace after sex was nice. He wouldn't call it cuddling, by any stretch of the imagination. Cuddling came after love making and, although they definitely made something, it sure as hell wasn't love. So instead the pair just lay together, enjoying one another's company as they came down off their respective orgasmic highs.

"Damn." he breathed finally when enough blood had returned to his brain to enable speech. "I... that was... wow!"

Ace simply smiled into the crook of his neck as she felt his fingertips begin to caress her back. Wow, indeed, she thought. It dawned on her that, in many ways, Daryl was her perfect lover. Attentive, unselfish, vocal and willing to push the traditional boundaries. She'd sure struck lucky with this one. Who cared if he was a little stand-offish while sober?

They lay together in comfortable silence for several more minutes, which soon turned into a couple of hours. Daryl's breathing had begun to even out, and she could tell he was dropping off to sleep. As gently as she could, she extricated herself from his embrace and hauled herself up off the sofa. She stared down at him, grinning. Even in the dark, his sleeping form would be a shock to her poor brother if he were to walk in any time soon. The muscular man lay there on his back, still shirtless. His boots were still on his feet, and his jeans rested somewhere around his knees. Laughing to herself, she turned around and left the room, going to the linen closet in the hallway, where she retrieved an old blanket.

Coming back into the living room, she threw it over the lightly snoring Daryl and looked down at herself, realising that she was still naked. Bending down, she groped around the floor in the dark, finally coming up with Daryl's discarded shirt, which she slipped on over her head, the ratty, grease-stained garment falling almost to her knees as it swamped her slim, athletic frame. She considered beating a hasty retreat to her bedroom, but somehow she felt that those sorts of actions may brand her a bad host. So, giggling at the thought, she pushed Daryl further to the back of the couch and slipped back in beside him, pulling the blanket over herself and resting her head on his chest.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she heard the front door open and raised her head slightly as she heard her brother's voice somewhere in the vicinity of the living room door.

"You in there, Ace?" he whispered.

Ace raised her head slightly, angling her face away from Daryl so that her reply wouldn't wake him.

"Yeah." she assured her big brother, hearing the unmistakable sound of his fingertips scrabbling around on the wall. "Don't turn on the light!"

The sound immediately stopped as Mitch picked up the meaning in her hurried words.

"Right. Sorry." he apologised. "Just thought I'd check in on you before I turned in."

Ace smiled to herself in the dark, kind of thankful to have her big brother there.

"Thanks." she replied, resting her head back on Daryl's chest as she stifled a yawn. "G'night."

She barely heard his reply as she slipped away into her dreams.

Notes

A little filler-ish, but yay sexytimes!

Leave me some love in the comments, y'all!

xxx

Comments

Hope everythings going ok with your situation :) hopefully you'll be able to update soon really miss the story x

DeadGirl DeadGirl
12/20/13

It's hard to find stories of Daryl Dixon in AU, and even harder to find ones this well written. Can't wait for the next update!

courtnieduffel courtnieduffel
12/14/13
Love this story :-) :-)
Ceeekes Ceeekes
10/30/13
Woot. Lo ing this story and thd characters. onto the next one :D
Mortisse Mortisse
9/6/13
Nah that was awesome. you should not be nervous.
Mortisse Mortisse
9/6/13