If Daryl has his way she'll have plenty of time to work up the nerve.
Letting the walk pass in more or less silence suits him just fine; maybe he's a little more apt to touch her than usual, like he's got energy to burn, like he can't quite keep his hands to himself. It's not just about the act, it's the new dimension this adds to their relationship. (That word still kind of itches like it's ill-fitting, too small for all the things that tie them together, but at this point dancing around it, he figures, is ridiculous.) The eagerness now, hopefully, makes up for any apparent reservation he had earlier.
When they get home he'd very much like to head straight up the stairs and waste no time in getting her pants off, but there are possibly responsibilities to attend first.
"Whatcha think, we need to put that thing in the fridge?"
One more mild cockblock from beyond the fishy grave.
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Letting the walk pass in more or less silence suits him just fine; maybe he's a little more apt to touch her than usual, like he's got energy to burn, like he can't quite keep his hands to himself. It's not just about the act, it's the new dimension this adds to their relationship. (That word still kind of itches like it's ill-fitting, too small for all the things that tie them together, but at this point dancing around it, he figures, is ridiculous.) The eagerness now, hopefully, makes up for any apparent reservation he had earlier.
When they get home he'd very much like to head straight up the stairs and waste no time in getting her pants off, but there are possibly responsibilities to attend first.
"Whatcha think, we need to put that thing in the fridge?"
One more mild cockblock from beyond the fishy grave.