I know, I know, Four years to update a story I left hanging and open for more. I never forgot this story, it just took a quarantine to get my ass moving xoxoxoxoxoxoxox Love you all stay well and safe.

****** I know what I'm needing

And I don't want to waste more time

I'm in a New York state of mind*******

New York State Of Mind by Billy Joel

Harley placed the pictures in the fixer agent one by one, pushed her hair off her forehead and stood back from the developing table in the darkroom she had in her apartment. After the timer went off she carefully lifted the images out of the foul smelling chemical and clipped them to a clothesline she had strung up along the outer areas of the room. There were other pictures already hanging there, pictures for work and pictures of Daryl that she had taken at the wedding months ago.

It seemed so long ago now.

She had been back from Andrea and Merle's wedding for almost two months and she and Daryl were still in touch with each other, 'keeping it casual." She looked over at his picture that she had developed of him along with the ones for her gallery opening and for work, she often worked at home.

There was a darkroom at work, but sometimes she didn't finish, and brought her work home, Warren often helped her, both at work and at home. He was her bestie.

Harley had a deadline, and the pictures were due in the morning, but that was perfectly fine; she worked best under pressure and she had plans for the weekend.

She and Warren had been working all morning to finish up before Daryl's train arrived later that day. It had been a while since she went back to New York, and they had burned up the telephone lines between Georgia and New York, finally deciding he should come for a long weekend.

Harley lived in Greenwich Village and Warren lived right next door to her in the converted warehouse building with a broken elevator and questionable heat in the winter. The neighborhood was a good one but what was it the Realtor said? "Better to have the cheapest place in the best neighborhood." Yes, that was it. This was the cheapest building in the place she wanted to be, even if she had to walk three flights to her apartment every day, she supposed that was why she had such great legs.

It was home and she loved it.

Warren walked up behind Harley in the darkness as she took pictures off the clothesline, Daryl's picture among them, and literally made her jump out of her skin just by saying boo. She dropped the pictures she was holding and gave him the nastiest look she could, while trying not to die of laughter.

"You." He said bending down to pick her pictures up with her. "Were a million miles away just now, maybe in Georgia?"

She didn't answer and just rolled her eyes at him as they both stood up and he handed her the rest of the pictures. Warren saved Daryl's for last and handed it to her; it was a picture of him leaning against his truck smoking a cigarette.

"Smokin," Warren groaned, "He's going to be here any time now; I can't wait!" Warren exclaimed with a clap of his hands.

"Yes, two pm his train comes in." Harley replied. "So why can't you wait?"

"The guy who put that sparkle in your eye, the one I never saw before; I am more than ready to meet him." Warren said. "I might flirt with him a little, I'm not gonna lie."

Harley laughed at that, Warren was a huge flirt, he flirted with her, with other women and especially with men.

"Is Richard going to let you bring your boyfriend to the party?" Warren teased.

"He's not my boyfriend." Harley hissed.

"Ah, but you're blushing girlfriend." Warren said with a wink of his eye.

"Shut up."

"Look cookie, he has a picture of your tits and you and I both know you don't play that." Warren continued, "So spare me the he isn't special stuff."

It was true, she was usually shy and bashful, but she had let Daryl take her picture, topless, with her own camera and she had enjoyed it. Harley had known Daryl in passing during high school, but they had run in different circles then, later they had met for the second time when his brother and her sister had gotten married. One thing led to another and they had spent three weeks in bed together before she had to go back home.

Now he was coming to stay with her for four days and the next night they were taking a limo to her bosses gallery opening, featuring a few of Harley's photos as well.

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Warren watched the lean dirty blonde haired man as he walked out of the gate in Penn Station and waved to her from a distance. Warren could hear her intake of breath and he was a little out of breath himself already. This guy walked like he meant business, with a lilt to his step that made both of them heated.

He wore simple black jeans, a black t-shirt and work boots and carried a duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Well hello there officer," Warren lowered his glasses and peered over them as she waved back to Daryl, "Come to daddy..."

Beside him Harley started to laugh as Warren fake fanned himself.

"Bang, Bang," Warren sighed slowly as they walked towards Daryl, then she was running to him, "Sure Harl, he's nothing special."

"Fuck I missed you," He pulled her into his arms as soon as he saw her. Daryl had missed her and it was overwhelming to see her again. They had face timed but it was nothing like being together, like holding her in his arms. Daryl took a deep breath and inhaled her scent, then showered her face with kisses.

"I missed you!" She breathed out and held him tight. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle, his arms were strong and held her just right.

"Get a room," Warren called to them and they both laughed and kissed again.

When they had enough and that took a few minutes for both of them he turned and introduced himself to Warren who was just catching up to her, "Hey Warren? I'm Daryl."

Warren offered his hand to shake, "Charmed," He answered and winked at Daryl.

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When they finally got back to her apartment after dinner with Warren and were alone Daryl was on her like it was his job. Harley was backed up against the far wall from the door and he was touching her the way he fantasized all these weeks.

"You know how much I've been staring at that picture of you?" Daryl moaned into her ear as he pressed against her. His hands were already on her hips and traveling under her sweater. She allowed his touch, she had missed him too.

"That's why I sent it," She grinned as his hands came to rest on her cheeks and he stared into her eyes.

"To drive me crazy with lust?" He kissed her then for the first time in four months and it was like the floor tilted under his feet. He pushed her lips apart and took over her mouth with his tongue and both of them groaned as their bodies connected after so long apart. Daryl dragged his lips from hers and kissed down her neck, eager to get to more of her skin as soon as possible.

"Well, it's a long trip, call it incentive," She mused as she felt his teeth sinking into her neck softly.

"Where's your bed?" He demanded as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Harley let out a whoop and pointed to the end of the hallway. Her place was small by most standards but she chose that rather than having roommates.

Daryl kicked open the door to her room, making her giggle with anticipation. There was a view of the city from her window and the lights lit the room in a nice hue. They didn't even bother putting the lights on, he just tossed her on the bed and pulled off her boots.

Then he kicked his own off in record time, pulled his shirt off and joined her on the bed. This was a long awaited reunion and he was not wasting one second of it.

"Off," He grasped her sweater by the hem and yanked it over her head then went to work on her jeans. His hands fumbled with the buttons and it frustrated him, "Jesus Harley, did you have to wear a chastity belt?"

"In a rush?" She laughed and swiftly unbuttoned her pants for him.

"Yeah, I'm in a fuckin rush," He answered as he pulled her jeans down and over her feet, then unbuckled his and worked his way out of them. Then he was right back next to her and rolling over on top of her. Daryl trapped her hands over her head and stared down at her rolling his hips against her, "Feel that, that's what you do to me."

"When ya giving it to me?"

"Right," He ripped her underwear off, "Now." Daryl demanded and attacked her neck with his lips and tongue, "I've had nothing but that picture to jerk off to for almost three months."

"You jerked off to my picture?" Harley asked as she reached for him, and he kissed down over her chest to unhook her front clasp bra and pull it off of her, "That's so fucking hot…"

Daryl wasn't listening, his lips had found her right breast and and his hand was making its way down between her legs. "Mmmmmm so wet…" he groaned against her skin.

"Show me," She breathed out as she tugged at his boxers and he stopped dead, white hot fire shot through his body.

"What?" He looked up resting his cheek on her breast and his hands on her ribcage. She didn't just say what he thought she said.

"Please," She ran her hand over the front of his boxers,"I wanna watch," he was so hard it hurt and her touch made his cock throb anew. He liked her wild streak, it was one of the things he found most attractive about her.

Daryl kissed the side of her breast, licked her nipple, blew hot air onto it making her shiver, then rose up on his knees for her. Harley's eyes went right to the bulge that was straining against the material of his boxers. She knew all too well what he had there for her.

While he ran his hand over the front nice and slow, just the way he liked it, keeping his eyes locked on hers, she squealed in delight.

"Oh christ that's hot." Hareley stared at him with wide lust filled eyes as he licked the palm of his hand and pulled his shorts down.

"This what you wanna see sweetheart…" He groaned as he slid his hand over his cock and grasped it. The look on his face as he stared at her made her whole body light up, and she couldn't stop watching as he grasped his cock right in front of her.

He looked at her as if he would eat her alive, and never stopped pumping his shaft for her viewing enjoyment.

"Fuck yes! Keep going," She pleaded as she rose up on her elbows to get a better view. This was like a dream come true. Being apart had sucked but this was a fitting reward.

"You like this baby…" He crooned as he moved his hand back and forth over his cock, below him Harley licked her lips, "This good for you…"

Dying to touch him now she crawled over to him and came up on her knees too. The sight of her crawling towards him almost made him lose it right there.

"You're dirty…" He pulled her close to him as they both remained on their knees, "I love it…"

Daryl grasped her long hair and kissed her dirty, devouring her mouth with his and easing her down onto the bed.

"Yeah, cause I'm the one who wanted to fuck at our siblings wedding reception in the bathroom."

"It was hot, admit it…" He came down on top of her and immediately zeroed in on her breasts again, "Fuck I gotta be inside you."

"Do it!" She spread her legs and pulled him against her. Daryl grasped his cock again and moved it against her teasing her clit and Harley lost it, "Oh god give it to me!"

"Here it comes baby," He groaned as he entered her, she was warm and tight and he was blown away by the pressure he felt from her body right from the jump.

She wrapped her legs around him and hung on as he growled in her ear.

"Need you to cum Harley," He groaned as he reached down between them to stroke her just right as he slowed down his hips. His mouth was right at her ear, his other hand on her breast as they worked each other up into a sweaty frenzy, "Come on sweetheart...come on…"

"Oh fuck," She could feel it starting at her scalp, slowly moving over her whole body; it was always this way with them, "That's it, that's it don't stop! Fuck me, Daryl, fuck me good."

"Come on baby…cum for me…stop holding back on me" He amped up his dirty work between her legs, slid his fingers over her clit nice and slow, then laid a smack on her ass that stung just right, "Cum!"

His demand shot right through her body like a current of electricity and she lost total control. Harley was screaming, digging her nails into his back and soon her pussy was squeezing his cock like a vise. He could feel her all around him and Daryl could only hang on for a few more seconds before he had to let go.

"Oh fuck yes! FUCK! YES!" Daryl screamed as the orgasm took over his body and mind. It seemed to last forever for both of them, they were almost in sync falling off the cliff together and landing as he collapsed on top of her.

They laid there for a few minutes catching their breath and holding each other. Finally, Daryl spoke in the darkness, the question he had been wondering for weeks.

"This is kind of a mute point now, and I know we said no strings...but did you sleep with anyone since...we were together last?" He asked later as they laid there on her bed watching the lights below them and she could tell he was on pins and needles over her response. Harley wasn't sure she wanted to know if he did or not.

Harley shook her head no, "You?"

"Nope," She was relieved by that news to her surprise, "So what do we do?"

"I don't know…"