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Chapter Eleven
"Tell me that we belong together
And dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
And I'll be your cryin'
I'll be Love's suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life."
I'll Be by Edwin Mc Cain
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"Is that my Metallica shirt?" Angie asked as she pulled her shoe on, "The one you said you didn't have like seven years ago?"
Daryl spied it almost under the bed at his feet and kicked it completely under. It was indeed her shirt that she left at his house after a tryst or a barbecue, or something.
He remembered seeing her the last time she had worn it, in his kitchen. Angie had been cooking breakfast for him and Merle. She had worn a pair of his boxer shorts and little socks because her feet were always cold, her hair was all wild around her face and he had never seen her so beautiful.
Daryl had kept the sexy women's concert tank top and sometimes took it out and thought of her and all the good times they always had.
"Don't know sweetie, come on we're gonna be late."
“You totally jacked my shirt.” She laughed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I asked you if I left it here years ago and you said no.”
Daryl just shrugged trying to act innocent.
"Did you tell him?"
"Fuck no, I wanna see his face when we tell him this."
"You should tell him I'm also pregnant."
"Do you want to give him a stroke from joy?"
"You don't think those calzones he said he's ordering won't take care of that."
"Nope, us announcing this," He held up her left hand where a cigar wrapper sat on her ring finger, "is what's gonna put him in his grave. "
“Do you think it’s too soon? Maybe we need to get to know each other better?” Angie joked.
“I mean it is kind of sudden, last night was only our first date…”
"I fucking love you," Angie smiled at him.
"Yeah, you're pretty ok too.”
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"We," Daryl motioned to between him and Angie and Merle, "We need moms ring."
“Fuck off Daryl, that’s not funny.” Then he pointed at Angie, “And fuck you for going along with this.”
“Show him,” Daryl said and Angie held up her left hand as they sat in the pizzeria later that night.
“What’s this?”
“Daryl proposed to throw me off the trail of my Metallica shirt he stole.”
"For real," He turned to Daryl, "You finally got your head out of your ass."
"Better late than never right," Daryl snapped.
"Did you see my shirt too, Merle?"
“Oh, 100% your Ride the Lightning shirt has been here for years. I think he sleeps with it under his pillow.” Merle laughed.
“Such a creeper,” Angie joked and smiled at him.
“Glad this is finally evolving from some back alley affair to the real deal."
"Yeah, the only way out of this thing now is in a body bag."
"Alright, you guys ready, Rick said eight o'clock." Merle asked.as he slapped his hands on the table.
"Yup, let's roll. Gotta pick Andrea up from work on the way."
Rick was throwing Lori a surprise party that night. Parties were not really Daryl’s thing but Angie and Lori were tight and he did enjoy Rick. Merle loved parties and got along with everyone, Daryl was hit or miss. But they didn’t go out much so it would be nice to see their friends.
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Lori and Angie were talking on the deck just as the sun was going down while Daryl, Andrea, and Merle stood with Rick by the barbeque grill. Judith and Carl had hung fairy lights all over the deck and Rick had lit tiki torches. Now the children were playing cards at a table on the deck with a few other kids, it was a perfect night. The setting was lovely and Lori had been very surprised. Because it was so well lit Daryl could clearly see when some guy was eyeing his woman from the other side of the deck.
"Who’s that motherfucker?!" Daryl growled as he saw the stranger checking Angie out. He watched the other man while he lit a cigarette as the guy got closer and closer ready to react in a second. As he inhaled his cigarette he just knew this jerkoff was going to do something and the tension was radiating off of him so much that Merle, Rick, and Andrea noticed. Within minutes the guy approached Angie and before anyone knew it the bastard slide his hand over her ass as he greeted her, "Oh fuck no!!"
Angie backed up and was telling him where to go but Daryl had seen it and there was going to be hell to pay. He threw down his cigarette as he charged across the backyard.
“Shit,” Merle handed Andrea his drink and prepared for the worst. Andrea trailed after him hoping this wasn’t going to turn into a free for all.
Rick just laughed, Greg was a douchebag and this was a long time coming as far as he was concerned.
"Daryl!!! Wait!" Merle started but it was too late. All he and Rick could do was follow after him to break it up once it went down because it was going to go down and it was going to be bad.
"You don't touch her! Ever!" Daryl yelled as he sprinted across the yard. Before anyone could stop it he had the guy by the shirt and had dragged him down off the deck away from where the kids were. Once they were away from the kids view Daryl wasted no time, “What the fuck is wrong with you! Im gonna fucking kill you, bitch!” By now Daryl was wailing on him like it was his day job, "Keep your hands to yourself prick!” He punched him again and again, with every word, “You don’t ever touch a lady without her consent, and definitely not her!"
Merle and Rick finally got there and pulled him off the guy but the damage was done and the guy's face was totally fucked up. Rick and Merle got the two men apart and they each pulled one to the other side of the yard.
Lori ran to the kids and brought them into the house and Andrea followed her into the house to get ice. Angie was at Daryl’s side in a second. Andrea was back with the ice after a minute and Rick was just shaking his head.
“I’m sorry man,” Daryl apologized.
“Don’t be, I hate that guy. He works with Lori and I invited only a few of her friends from work, he found out and crashed so fuck 'em.” Rick laughed as he took a sip of his beer.
“But your kids and all…” Daryl was truly contrite for the children’s sake if nothing else.
“Daryl, it’s fine, really,” Rick replied sincerely, but Daryl still felt bad.
"So now that you're together officially you're gonna be a jealous maniac brother." Merle laughed as Angie gave Daryl the bag of ice for his knuckles that were bleeding.
“Guess so,” He replied.
"I'm charging you with assault!" The guy yelled across the yard.
“See what I mean,” Rick said to Merle, “He has had this coming for a long long time.”
"Yeah fuck you asshole we're already at the sheriff's house!" Daryl screamed back, "Come back here and I'll fuck you up some more!"
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"My brother getter get that fucking ring out tomorrow!" Daryl exclaimed as they drove home after the party, “You are putting it on and not taking it off!”
"Daryl this is a side of you I have not seen before, it's… fucking hot."
"Good because when we get home I intend to rearrange your insides," He growled, still hella pissed off at that guy and the audacity.
"Alright," She grinned, "Take it out on me baby."
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Angie practically tore his clothes off when they got back to her place. They barely made it to the bed before she crawled over him. Something visceral and primal inside of her was in control. Watching him beat that guy up on her behalf turned her on beyond belief and she didn’t like herself for it but she couldn't wait to get to his dick because of it.
“No one touches what belongs to me …” Daryl groaned as they pulled at what remained of each other’s clothes and he pushed her hands over her head and held them there.
“It was so fucking hot.” Angie gasped as his teeth sunk into her neck.
"I'm gonna fucking rock your world," He let go of her hands to touch the rest of her. His hands dug into her hips as he kissed down over her neck to her breasts.
"You've been rocking my world since I was thirteen years old." Angie reached up to kiss him.
Their kisses were urgent and sloppy like it was their first time. They touched each other like it had been years since the last time, they had finally realized that they had been in love all these years and now there was no time to waste.
"How do you want it baby," He groaned, as he kissed over her body, down to her belly button. Her skin tasted salty and sweet and he moaned as he spoke and licked her skin.
"Just fuck me up."
"You're the only one for me Ang, always have been."
Daryl slid his fingers down between her legs.
"Ohfuckyes…" Angie groaned.
"Say i'm the only one for you…" He pushed two fingers inside her as far as possible.
"You're the only one for me." Sweat was already starting the form on her brow.
"Say it again…" He demanded as he slid his fingers around just the way he knew she liked it.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, you're the only one for me. The only one!"
"You want my cock Angie?"
"Right now!"
He was inside her in a second and she came so hard her back arched and it knocked her back against the bed. Daryl pulled her back up and held her tight against him as her body contracted around him.
"Oh fuck baby that's good!" Daryl growled.
He pushed his hips against hers and each time she felt like the wind was knocked out of her.
"Oh god, just like that. Just like that!"
"Take it Angie!"
The headboard of her bed was banging on the wall as they tore the bed up rolling over and over. At one point she was on top of him and he snaked his hands up to cup her breasts and made her scream again.
"Oh my god!' She cried, "I love you! I love you!"
Daryl was fucking her hard, sweat was dripping over his face, and he was nearly out of his mind, "Im gonna cum..." He growled.
"Give it to me!"
Everything went white behind his eyes and Daryl nearly collapsed from the intensity of it. Angie screamed and held him tight as their bodies consumed each other. She could feel him cum inside her, sometimes that happened when it was really passionate and it always triggered her to cum again. He kissed her after and told her that he loved her as he rolled over next to her and she put her arm around him.
They laid next to each other sweating and breathing heavily, not speaking until he broke the silence and took her hand.
"We are not just friends anymore and if I have to kick every motherfuckers ass that looks at you that's what I'm gonna do ."
“I still want my Metallica shirt back.” She laughed.
“I told you I don't have it.”
The End