They were both holding their breath as the cuffs clicked into place and Jessi straddled his body. "That's what I'm talkin' 'bout." Daryl muttered. Since his hands were bound he lifted his hips to make contact in the only way he could.

Jess lifted her ass so the contact was lessened. She dropped down so her hands were supporting her and her breasts were almost in his face. He tried to bring his mouth up but she moved away before he could do that either. "What the fuck gives?" He grumbled and she just smiled bigger.

"Tell me I'm pretty."

Daryl blinked confused. "What?"

"Tell me I'm pretty."

"Get t'fuck out of here."

Her face contorted into something crazy and borderline evil. "TELL ME I'M PRETTY!!!"

The redneck jumped in surprise and started pulling on his wrists but it was no use. They were on tight and he was staked to the fucking ground. "What is this? What's goin' on?! You said... Fuck this! Get this shit off me!"

"What did I say, Daryl? Did I say I would fuck you? Did I say I'd give you the ride of your life until we're both walking bowlegged?" Her voice was back to a normal pitch but she looked as crazy as ever. Then she picked up his own god damn knife.

"WHOA!" He exclaimed in shock before he went crazy trying to get his hands free. "SOMEBODY!!! SOMEBODY HELP! SHE'S CRAZY!!!"

Why wasn't anyone coming? Oh god, she was going to kill him and he still had half a stock. Jessika lightly dragged the knife down his chest popping the remaining buttons from his flannel shirt. Fuck! That was his favorite shirt. "Look. Look, look, uh, ya don't wanna do this."

Her face softened as she circled his nipple with the tip of the blade. "Am I pretty, Daryl?"

"Yeah, yer fuckin' gorgeous alright. I don't even care that yer crazy."

Jessi tilted her head. "I don't like it when people. Call. Me. CRAZY!!!" Both of her hands gripped the knife and raised it above her head poised to stab him. Jess screamed making Daryl scream as she brought the knife down toward his exposed chest.

She stopped about half an inch above his skin. When he opened his eyes, he saw a huge grin on her face. It was a joke? It was a mother fucking joke?!

Jessika tossed the knife and pat his chest affectionately as she gingelyr tried to climb off him without putting a knee in the puddle. "Now I've seen you pee. We're even." She said with a wink. It wasn't until he looked at his pants that he realized he pissed himself.

"You crazy bitch!!!" He screamed furiously and pulled at his wrists until the pain made him stop. "Get me out of these things!!"

She just remained calm. "Not yet. You have to calm down first. It was just a joke and it serves you right. I am all for flirting and joking around perv style. In fact, I don't really know how not to be a little pervy but I am not some slut you can treat like a whore. I am female you better learn to respect or the next time I come at you with a knife, I won't hesitate to go a little Bobbett on your ass."

Her face softened when it no longer had to be hard for the threat and she dropped a kiss on his grimacing mouth. "If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you." Then she stood up and exited the tent. It was only then he noticed the audience.

"Hey! Get these fuckin' things off me!!" She just flashed Daryl a little smile and passed the key off to a snickering Shane.

((ooc: Neither Daryl nor Shane were used with permission but both with tons of love.))