Post by dar on Mar 29, 2013 18:14:47 GMT -5
Control was something that Daryll was rather big on, it was something he prided himself upon as well. Control had been hard to find in his younger days and now that he'd finally grasped that thin, weak control and held it together in a vise grip he'd felt so much more at ease. But even after years and years of practice, that precarious grip tended to loosen, perhaps out of sever strain, or sudden and great bursts of emotions. As it was, the sight of Jo in just his shirt was enough to put a deep crack into that fickle control. And remind him that he needed to just sit his ass down for a minute. It was odd, how so very easily she broke through his tight control with just simple things like that. Daryll hadn't ever lost interest in jumping into bed with Jo, and he didn't think he ever would.
Of course that crack in his control wasn't going anywhere as she flounced down beside him, her head tilting to the side as she spoke and that damn grin on her face. And of course the teasing words only made his hold on his control weaken. It wasn't like he wasn't going to get what he was after, but the simple fact was, with Jo it always seemed that he had such little control. She need not worry about his imagination, as he could clearly see that certain situation playing out rather easily in his head, which only served to batter at his control some more. And a small part in the back of his mind was, as always, screaming 'fuck yes pie!'. His appetite for pie was probably one of the things that could possibly ruin any mood he could find himself in. As it was, there wasn't pie here to distract him, just Johnnie in that shirt of his, with whatever little she had underneath.
"Not a bad situation to find myself in" He grinned right back at her, though he found himself moving before he thought, his feet moving from the table as his hands sought to reach for her, dragging her underneath him. His gaze had become focused, sharp, as he decided he was done with the little game they were playing, he just wanted to feel her against him which wasn't happening with these clothes. He chuckled at her comment, a rumble from deep within his chest, her hands running over his shirt covered chest causing a shiver to run down his spine. He was almost completely certain that she was having the same thoughts as he was, too much clothing, and it was proved true when her grip tightened on his shirt so that it simply ripped. Daryll was far to interested in pressing his lips against her skin to care much about the shirt.
Of course that wouldn't mean he wouldn't be irritated at it's destruction at a later date. But that wouldn't be until later, when his focus wasn't on exposing her skin, on sliding his hands up her sides underneath the shirt she wore. On her lips against his, her hands upon his shoulders, sliding up to his neck. He was eager to get rid of that damned shirt she wore, and his solution wasn't much different from hers, at least this time the mutilation of his white button up she wore was of his own consent. His hands slipped from under the shirt, his fingers much too impatient to unbutton each of the little buttons and with a quick tug the shirt's buttons gave way, some of them popping off. He let his hands slid to her back, pulling her closer to him. Of course her internal dilemma of how to get the rest of his shirt off would soon be solved as he decided quite quickly the living room just wouldn't do.
Not with the possibility that the two dogs might end up interrupting them again. Which would get a bit awkward if they progressed any further. So with little trouble Daryll wrapped an arm around her back, the other going to grasp her thigh, effectively lifting her up while keeping her close. The travel from the couch to his room was short, a familiar one they both had made many times for many different reasons, though the current reason was a common one. His affections didn't let up though, moving from her lips and along her jawline before he set her down on the bed, giving him some time to rid himself of the scraps of shirt that was left from her destruction of it. A smirk was on his lips, his heated gaze staying firmly on her as he rid himself of the shirt. "Theft and destruction of property" His smirk was arrogant when he rid himself of his jeans, because he wasn't going to need those now was he?
"Definitely need to do something about that" He murmured as he stalked to her, a hand going to tangle into her hair, eager to tilt her head back and capture her lips with his. Obviously his thoughts of 'punishement' were hardly punishing at all.
Tag: Jo
Words: 869
Notes: whooo babbehs!