Daryl had decided enough was enough. Carol had gotten into the habit lately of sneaking up on him, finding it somewhat amusing to see him jump out of his skin. The first few times had been an accident but now he was sure she was doing it on purpose. He never heard her approaching him, she had somehow mastered the art of moving like some sort of ninja.
The last time he had been working on one of the vehicles outside, concentrating hard on what he was fixing under the bonnet when she managed to silently approach him, waiting until she was right behind him, her lips an inch away from his ear before whispering "Hey Pookie." He had jumped up in surprise smacking his head on the underside of the bonnet. He could still feel the dull throb at the top of his skull.
He had tried and failed miserably all week to try and get her back, she could always sense him coming no matter how quiet he tried to be. And that is how he ended up here, hiding in her bedroom closet waiting for her to come in so he could jump out and scare her. It was a tight squeeze but he just about managed.
He had been waiting here for what felt like hours and his legs were starting to cramp up, she must be coming back soon. He was starting to rethink the whole thing, the longer he was there buried between all her clothes the sillier he was beginning to feel. He was moments away from admitting defeat when her bedroom door swung open and she strolled in quickly closing it behind her again.
The moment he saw her he wished he had never had this stupid idea, he stared hard at his feet thinking what she was going to think about him hiding in her closet and waiting for her, he felt like an idiot. He glanced back up at her through the thin gaps in the wooden panels and was mortified by what he saw. She had wasted no time in undressing, her chest already bare and she was currently peeling off her jeans.
Shit. What had he gotten himself into? Now he looked like a perv for sure, he couldn't see anyway of getting himself out of this situation without looking bad. He watched as she studied herself in the mirror in nothing but a pair of simple lace underwear. He struggled to tear his eyes away from her bare breasts when she suddenly stopped what she was doing to turn around and walk in his direction.
No no no please don't open the closet his mind was screaming, thinking she was heading straight for him to get a change of clothes. Instead she stopped when she got to the bed, laying down flat on her back. He watched curiously as she closed her eyes and started running her hands over her body, delicate fingers tracing feather light trails from her stomach up to her neck. He could see the goosebumps they were leaving in their wake, her nipples standing to full attention.
He was torn between watching her and looking away. Of course he wanted to look, this had been the source of all his dirtiest dreams for a long while now, but he couldn't help thinking about what she would do if she knew. The idea was almost sending him into a full blown panic.
He was torn from his overactive thoughts by a soft breathy moan. Holy fuck. Her hand had dipped below the waistline of her underwear and was lazily stroking the part of her he most desired. The bulge beneath his own trousers was becoming hard to ignore but he was unable to tear his eyes away, hypnotised by her movements as she started to slowly rock her hips up to meet the movements of her hand.
Her chest was rising and falling heavily and her eyes were squeezed shut. He had never seen a sight so beautiful in his entire life. He was dying to touch himself, so hard that coming in his trousers right there in her closet was becoming a genuine concern. Her eyes suddenly flew open, she was tearing the remaining underwear down her legs and throwing them across the room, clearly in the way of being able to reach herself properly. His mouth was suddenly as dry as a desert and his heart was pounding violently in his ears as he now had a full view of her completely naked body. He had to bite back a strangled groan as he fought with everything he had not to move a muscle, still terrified of being discovered.
Her hand flew back down to her now exposed pussy and she sunk her fingers into the heat there once more, picking up a faster pace than before, her hips lifting off the mattress with each thrust. He could tell she was close now, his body was practically vibrating with anticipation. He'd spent so many nights with his hand wrapped around his length, imagining what she would look like when she came, what sounds she made, and now he was actually going to know.
She only had to rock her hips a few more times before her whole body went rigid. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, despite her best efforts to keep quiet she couldn't help the tiny whimpers that escaped the back of her throat as she rode out the most incredible high.
He was suddenly torn from his trance when he heard her next words. "Daryl…" It was so soft he was sure he had misheard her. But then she saying it again, and again and again until she was ready to pull her hand away. His name had never sounded as right as it did falling from her lips. Did she really think about him the same way he thought about her? He could feel his cock dripping at the revelation.
He watched again as she lay on her bed waiting for her breathing to return to normal. He could make out the way her body was still trembling in her post orgasm bliss. It felt like an eternity had passed before she slowly stood up and suddenly he was back to his state of panic, worrying she would open up her closet and find him lurking there, only now he was all hot and bothered with a raging hard on.
Much to his relief she walked straight past the closet and into her en suite bathroom, locking the door behind her. He waited a few moments before he heard the sound of the shower starting, jumping at the chance to get the hell out of there. He stumbled out as peacefully as he could before bee lining it down the hall to his own bedroom, the ache of his own arousal now too much to bare. He slammed the door shut and locked it behind him falling onto his bed to relieve himself, getting completely lost in the memory of what he had just witnessed and wondering how the hell he was going to look her in the eye tomorrow.
