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Daryl Dixon ([personal profile] worn_wings) wrote in [community profile] what_wings_dare 2014-11-19 12:54 pm (UTC)

She seems to like a boaster plenty, he thinks, so he answers that with a low, skeptical hum, a laugh threatening somewhere deep in it, reaching for her as she moves toward him. He's not boasting, he's just savoring her satisfaction. The prospect of this had worried him a little, guessing as he does at what her marriage likely held; he hadn't been sure she'd be able to relax for him until she did, and that's gratifying on a multitude of levels. There's the simple satisfaction of a job well done, of course, but it reflects something much deeper than just the act, and that's really what has him so pleased.

If she just wanted to rest on his laurels a while that would be fine, too, but he's quite pleased to find her hands on him instead. There's a little tangle of limbs as he tries to sort out the best place for his arms, settling for absently uncatching a few buttons in the middle of his shirt for her before giving up and sliding his palms under the hanging hem of hers as well. She'll find if she tries it that he's already undone his fly. Multitude of levels, remember?

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